The people back home know everything there is to know about me I can be gone for years and still they'll know where I've been I read an article in the paper about people like me Thought I'd outrun them by now but then back home They always see everything that I see before me The people back home tell every story there is to tell about me And the stories they come up with are most of the time true But me, I get confused by looking in the mirror The only time I recognize myself is when I look at my dad And get nervous from having to grow old without him There's a corner in my heart for the folks back home There's a corner in my heart for the folks back home And my daddy says I should always remember my story 'Cause there will come a time when all the folks back home will die And that one day I will sit my children down And tell them every story there is to tell about the folks back home How they knew everything there was to know about me And I'll look at them and hope that one day I could say the same There's a corner in my heart for the folks back home