GOIN' BACK TO WHERE I CAME FROM Goin' back to where I came from, Where the honeysuckle smells so sweet, it durn near makes you sick, I used to think my life was humdrum, but I finally learned a lesson that is bound to stick There ain't no use in my pretendin' 'cause a town like this is no place for a guy like me to end in, Goin' back to where I came from, where the mockingbird is singin' in the lilac bush. I used to go down to the station, every evening just to watch the pullman train come rollin' in, And then one night, that great temptation got the best of me and led me to a life of sin. I took my hat, and fourteen dollars, and I went to all the trouble of the life that always follers When you're rich, and huntin' romance, but my huntin' days are over, I can tell you that. I met a gal in Kansas City, She winked at me and asked me if I'd like to step around And I said, "Yep, that's what I'm here for." So she said she'd show me all the hottest spots in town. But there were things she had to fix-up So she took my fourteen dollars, But there must have been a mix-up She's been gone since thursday evening, and I've got a hunch I'll never see that girl again. When I grow up, and have a grandson, I'll tell him 'bout my romancin' And watch his eyes bug out, But chances are he won't believe me, And he'll do the same durn thing when he grows up, No doubt. But he can't say I didn't warn him What'll happen when he meets up with them city girls, goldurn 'em Goin' back to where I came from, where the mockingbird is singin' in the lilac bush. by Carson Robison from sondra stigen. @country filename[ GOBKWH DC ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===