Home Cooking Lyrics

Take me back to that old home cooking, back to the front porch swing

Take me back to a time when we all sat around and listened to mama sing

I can see grandpa Joe with his old banjo picking out our favourite songs

Take me back, take me back to that old home cooking, back to where I belong

Over there I can see that old oak tree I always used to climb

And there's brother Jake standing by the lake we used to swim in all the time

And the sun in the sky used to burn your eye if you looked at him full on

If I could go back to that little old shack, I'd stay and never roam

Take me back to that old home cooking, back to the front porch swing

Take me back to a time when we all sat around and listened to mama sing

I can see grandpa Joe with his old banjo picking out our favourite songs

Take me back, take me back to that old home cooking, back to where I belong

There ain't no doubting the view of the mountain was easy on the eye

There's mama in the kitchen, you know I'm wishing I could taste that apple pie

Then it'd start getting late and we just couldn't wait to get out that old moonshine

I'm not denying that old white lightning will get you every time

Take me back to that old home cooking, back to the front porch swing

Take me back to a time when we all sat around and listened to mama sing

I can see grandpa Joe with his old banjo picking out our favourite songs

Take me back, take me back to that old home cooking, back to where I belong

Take me back, take me back to that old home cooking, back to where I belong