I remember how I’d cuss, the taste of that old hillside dust And the hot July sun that burned my back As I walked between the rows, I dreamed of places that I’d go Far away from the fields of home.
A young man longs to get away, and I told Dad I would someday And I remember how I laughed at his reply He said son someday you’ll long, to kiss this ground you’re standing on When there’s miles between you and the fields of home
Chorus I left before I turned 18, I set out to do big things Oh, I didn’t write or call, I thought I knew it all And for a while I lived it up, but when I got down on my luck I started longing for the fields of home
Now 20 years have slipped away, but I went back the other day And found the weeds had taken Daddy’s farm I looked for Gene’s old grocery store, the road don’t run by there no more And I didn’t recognize the fields of home
Chorus I left before I turned 18, I set out to do big things Oh, I didn’t write or call, I thought I knew it all I can’t believe how things have changed, And they won’t ever be the same Lord, I wish I’d never left the fields of home