BACK TO MY BEGINNINGS
When I wake up in the morning
And look out my front door
I quietly reflect my past
And some times I knew before.
The things that I have done and said
To people who had kept me when
I had no place to go
To rest my weary head.
CHORUS: Now I’m back to my beginnings
And the place where it began.
To a small backwoods farm
And some old worked out land.
With my guitar right beside me
And knowin’ who I am.
Yeah, I’m back to my beginnings
There’s a woman waitin’ for me there.
She holds a memory sweet and dear,
Of times we’ve had together
And a love that we both share.
One night of love won’t make up
For the times she’s spent alone
But until I have to leave again
This is where I’ll make my home.