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About the song

There’s something truly timeless about the way Dolly Parton sings of longing, belonging, and the bittersweet pull of memory. Her song “Home” is a shining example of that magic. At first glance, it might seem like just another nostalgic country ballad—but listen closely, and you’ll find it’s a deeply personal expression of what it means to leave, to grow, and to forever carry a place and its people in your heart.

“Home” is a heartfelt reflection on Dolly Parton’s own journey from the Smoky Mountains of Tennessee to the bright lights of Nashville and beyond. It’s a song that resonates with anyone who has ever had to walk away from where they came from, not because they wanted to forget it, but because they needed to chase a dream. What makes this song particularly touching is the sense of gratitude and reverence that pulses through every line. Dolly doesn’t mourn what she left behind—she celebrates it.

Musically, “Home” is classic Dolly Parton: honest, melodic, and rooted in tradition. The instrumentation is warm and inviting, led by acoustic guitars, gentle percussion, and a touch of fiddle that echoes the Appalachian soul of her childhood. But it’s her voice—so full of warmth, weariness, and wonder—that anchors the song. She sings not just to entertain, but to connect.

What sets this song apart is its universal message. Even if you didn’t grow up in a log cabin in the mountains, you understand what “home” means: it’s the smell of your mother’s kitchen, the laughter of siblings, the trees and fields that watched you grow. Dolly Parton captures that beautifully—not with grand gestures, but with simple truths.

In an era when so much music feels rushed and manufactured, “Home” stands out as a reminder of what country music does best: it tells stories that matter. And Dolly, with her unmatched gift for storytelling, reminds us that no matter how far we roam, home never really leaves us.

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Lyrics

Lookin’ outta my windowpaneTears minglin’ with the rainI’m so lonesome I could cry, just like old Hank
Starin’ down on the city streetFeelin’ empty and incompleteThere’s a place I need to be to fill my tankA place I can go where I can be freeWhere I can be happy and just be me
HomeWhere the warm wind’s blowin’And the river’s flowin’ alongLike a lazy bum in the midday sunAnd I’ve gone fishin’ with my pole at the fishin’ holeWhere I can lay down my heavy loadAnd know that I am always welcome home
I left home I was seventeenI had a lot of ambitious dreamsSeen a lot of those dreams come trueI’ve had good luck
I ain’t complain’ that’s for sureI got a lot to be thankful forOne of those things is a magic door that opens upBack to the time when I was a kidTo the sounds of the crickets and the katydidsIt’s called
HomeOn the front porch swingin’And the fern pots hangin’HomeWith the church bells ringin’And voices singin’ thoseOld songs that mend my mind like a stitch in timeWhere the tea is sweet and the love completeOh me, I wanna go home
I often think about where I have beenWhere I am goin’ and that’s about when I think about
HomeWhere the soul finds comfort and the heart finds pleasureHomeWhere the depths of love is hard to measureIt’s home
I hear you callin’, I hear you callin’I’ll never be lost as long as I knowThere’s place like that where I can goWhere I can restore my weary soulOn the mountain slopes and the soft blue smokeOf homeHome sweet home
HomeBack to the hills with the whippoorwills ofHomeWith the fireflies blinkin’ and the night stars winkin’HomeHoneysuckle vine and Muscadine wine atHomeWhere the ginseng grows in the shady groves ofHomeWith family and friends and joy that never endsHomeThere’s no place like it, no place like itHome