"Sounds Of Home" lyrics

I can almost hear that noisy old John Deere comin' up the road
I can never sleep when that old rooster made his up mind to crow
When he hit a trail, that old hound would yell all night long
I couldn't wait to get away from those sounds of home

Sounds of home
Never really heard 'em til I was gone
I'd trade everything I own just to hear
Those sounds of home

"Boys it's time to eat," "Make sure you wipe your feet," Mama'd always say
That squeaky old screen door Daddy always said he'd fix some day
On Sunday mornings that church would ring
When we'd lift our hearts and sing the Lord's sacred songs
Oh how I miss those sounds of home

Sounds of home
I never really heard 'em til I was gone
I'd trade everything I own just to hear
Those sounds of home