Home Cooking

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