Well, no matter where I wandered I know I'll always find a welcome at the end of every journey There'll be friendly people waitin' [Chorus:] California would not hold me 'though I loved her timber mountains. Worked her fields and worked her orchards up and down her central valley I have driven open highway through the golden Utah valley And I watched the rivers gently gliding. I wave my hand to friendly people [Chorus] Folks who know me call me a drifter. They don't know I'll stop my ramblin' They don't know that someday, somewhere, somebody's gonna make me settle down I'm going home, Lord, I'm going home I'm going home!