Turning For Home - The Oak Ridge Boys

The daylight hours are dying\nThe night is breaking clear\nIn the distance a boy and his daddy arrive\nIn a beat up old John Deere\nSupper’s on the table\nSon quitting time is nigh\nSet these wheels straight for the barn\nIt’s time that you and I are turning for home\nKick off these working shoes and rest these weary bones\nThe best part of any day is when the job is done\nAnd you’re turning for home\nThere’s a letter in the mailbox\nFrom a soldier overseas\nHis mother runs from the kitchen\nShe opens it up and reads\n«Mum I hope this letter finds you well and strong\nYou and Dad and sister take care\nI pray that it won’t be long\nTill I’m turning for home\nKick off these walking shoes and rest these weary bones\nThe best part of going no matter where you roam\nIs the turning for home\nNow I have been a wanderer\nOn the wings of a restless wind\nFast trains and back roads\nPlaces I’ve never been\nI found every answer\nWhen I fell in love with you\nYou took me straight to your heart\nOh the first time I knew\nI was turning for home\nKick off these walking shoes and rest these weary bones\nThe best part of going no matter where you roam\nIs the turning, turning, turning for home