(Dolly Parton)      Waitin' for a ride by the edge of the road   With a brown paper bag that hold smy clothes   Tonight I'm a goin' home where I belong   Good Lord's willing and the creek don't rise   And if my luck holds out and I catch a ride   When the sun goes down tomorrow I should be home.      I'm a goin' back to the people I love back to the place that I dreram of   It's true that there's no place like home sweet home   The one I want to see the most is the one that begged me not to go   When the sun goes down tomorrow I should be home.      --- Instrumental ---      This big city ain't no kind of place for a country girl with a friendly face   When you smile people look at you funny they take it wrong   They laugh at my talking and the clothes I wear   They put me down and they call me square   When the sun goes down tomorrow I should be home.      I'm a goin' back to the people I love back to the place that I dreram of   It's true that there's no place like home sweet home   The one I want to see the most is the one that begged me not to go   When the sun goes down tomorrow I should be home.      Yeah, I'm a goin' back to the people I love back to the place that I dreram of   It's true that there's no place like home sweet home   The one I want to see the most is the one that begged me not to go   When the sun goes down tomorrow I should be home.      When the sun goes down tomorrow I should be home...