im going back to tupelo headed south on a greyhound fare nobody gonna miss me aint nothing left for me here ive struck out here in the city i almost forgot about you and the fireflies in cotton fields of june they say home is where you heart is take it with you where you go well mine must be laying where i left it down in tupelo you gonna find me swinging on the front porch mockingbird floating on the breeze i got 40 acres heaven just waiting on me and the sun set moves like honey quiet buzz in the atmosphere and the worries of my mind all seem to disappear they say home is where you heart is take it with you where you go well mine must be laying where i left it down in tupelo ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh they say home is where you heart is take it with you where you go well mine must be laying where i left it down in tupelo well mine must be laying where i left it down in tupelo well im going back to tupelo headed south on a greyhound fare