When I hear country music, it takes me right back to my family home. Sitting by dad's radio, trying to play them songs on my own. Mama out in the garden, soup is slowly cooking on the stove. Dad's fruit's on the veranda, blooming jacaranda. A warm September breeze gently blows. And no matter where I roam, I'll never be alone. I will always be thankful for my home and my family. I remember my first guitar, Christmas Day 1986. My entire repertoire consisted of those classic country hits. Me and that old six-string, together we learned to play them all. Dad can still remember how I was hooked forever. The moment that I first heard Tom T. Hall. And no matter where I roam, I'll never be alone. I will always be thankful for my home and my family. I know nothing stays the same, but every now and then. I play those songs and close my eyes, and I'm home again. And no matter where I roam, I'll never be alone. I will always be thankful for my home and my family. Oh, no matter where I roam, I'll never be alone. And I will always be thankful for my home and my family.