Back To The Ozarks

I can hear the Ozark Hills a calling
Humming through the trees an old familiar melody
It captures my memory and sends my heart
Going back to the Ozarks

In my heart I long to go where the White River flows
Down where the Leatherwoods grow
And though I'm far away I still hear the music playing
A fiddle and a banjo keeping time
And I'm always going back there in my mind

I can hear the Ozarks hills a calling
Humming through the trees an old familiar melody
It captures my memory and sends my heart
Going back to the Ozarks

In my mind I replay the closing of the day
When the air was always filled with love and song
And the music seems to me like leaves upon a breeze
Abundant as the friends who sing along
We can hear the mountain echoing our song

I can hear the Ozarks hills a calling
Humming through the trees an old familiar melody
It captures my memory and sends my heart
Going back to the Ozarks
Going back, going back, going back to the Ozarks