Wild Azaleas
I grew up on the back end of the county
My kinfolks weren't too far away
I worked the fields with Mother and Daddy
Nearly broke my back haulin' peanut hay
Won't you carry me to the only home I've ever known
It's been too long since I've walked through that door
I long to see the face of my mother
And smell those sweet wild azaleas once more
No one saw me in the night while I was leaving
They've never known just why I left
I'd be so ashamed if they saw how I was livin'
If they never find me it's prob'ly for the best
Won't you carry me to the only home I've ever known
It's been too long since I've walked through that door
I long to see the face of my mother
And smell those sweet wild azaleas once more
Sometimes I wonder 'bout my baby sister
She's prob'ly a lady by now
All these years I've been living like a drifter
She prob'ly wouldn't recognize me now
Won't you carry me to the only home I've ever known
It's been too long since I've walked through that door
I long to see the face of my mother
And smell those sweet wild azaleas once more
If I never make it back to see my mother
I hope to see her in Heaven one day
Write "WAYWARD SON HAS COME HOME" on my tombstone
And plant sweet wild azaleas on my grave
Won't you carry me to the only home I've ever known
It's been too long since I've walked through that door
I long to see the face of my mother
And smell those sweet wild azaleas once more
My kinfolks weren't too far away
I worked the fields with Mother and Daddy
Nearly broke my back haulin' peanut hay
Won't you carry me to the only home I've ever known
It's been too long since I've walked through that door
I long to see the face of my mother
And smell those sweet wild azaleas once more
No one saw me in the night while I was leaving
They've never known just why I left
I'd be so ashamed if they saw how I was livin'
If they never find me it's prob'ly for the best
Won't you carry me to the only home I've ever known
It's been too long since I've walked through that door
I long to see the face of my mother
And smell those sweet wild azaleas once more
Sometimes I wonder 'bout my baby sister
She's prob'ly a lady by now
All these years I've been living like a drifter
She prob'ly wouldn't recognize me now
Won't you carry me to the only home I've ever known
It's been too long since I've walked through that door
I long to see the face of my mother
And smell those sweet wild azaleas once more
If I never make it back to see my mother
I hope to see her in Heaven one day
Write "WAYWARD SON HAS COME HOME" on my tombstone
And plant sweet wild azaleas on my grave
Won't you carry me to the only home I've ever known
It's been too long since I've walked through that door
I long to see the face of my mother
And smell those sweet wild azaleas once more
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Writer(s): John Steward
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