I'm heading back from the south my dear Where the sun beats down all day Where the Rio-Grand runs kind and slow I've always traveled against that grain I've never been a golden friend I've never been fixed like stone I'm a man who's prone to wonder some But Lord knows I know my way back home I've let you down a hundred times There will be a hundred more Please keep a place in your warm, warm house For a heart that's big and sore It's raining in Memphis and there's snow in Illinois There's sun over that cold border line I need to feel that strong north wind In the soul of the land that's mine I've let you down a hundred times There will be a hundred more Please keep a place in your warm, warm house For a heart that's big and sore Home my dear bitter wind Home my oldest friend Home my first and only love Home and native land I've let you down a hundred times There will be a hundred more Please keep a place in your warm, warm house For a heart that's big and sore