♪ Wipe the steam from the windows See the rain fall into a city street below ♪ Everybody's in a hurry On the move people to see places to go ♪ And I Just wanna be home ♪ Another run down motel room A squeaky fan, a forty dollar view ♪ Watching the trees, dancing with the breeze Banging on this guitar thinking I I wanna be home ♪ Because the smell you get in the afternoon When the summer rain hits the blacktop A sweet sensation on its own ♪ And a school bell ringing through the halls Paints a familiar backdrop And holds a thousand memories of home ♪ So much time I spend away Get another dollar from another day ♪ But I am my father's son I stay at work till the job is done ♪ But I, I I wanna be home ♪ Because the smell you get in the afternoon When the summer rain hits the blacktop A sweet sensation on its own There's a school bell ringing through the halls Paints a familiar backdrop And it holds a thousand memories of home ♪ Mama's in the kitchen with her apron on And the Sunday smell of a fresh cut lawn My little house, my family was born It's calling me It's calling me It's calling me Back home Ooh, yeah ♪ I am my father's son ♪