[Verse] Sunset’s fading on the old barn red, Dust on my boots and sweat on my head, The fields we plowed, the rows we made, Now rest beneath the evening shade. [Pre-Chorus] And the crickets start their song, While the day’s work fades along, [Chorus] So I’m strumming on my six-string, on this front porch swing, Counting days like falling leaves, in the cool night breeze, With every chord, I’m coming home, where the heart has grown, After all the work is done, this is where I belong. [Verse] Old dog’s sleeping by the fire’s glow, Watching the stars start to show, The harvest’s in, the barn’s full tight, We made it through another fight. [Pre-Chorus] And the night hums soft and low, Like a lullaby we know, [Chorus] So I’m strumming on my six-string, on this front porch swing, Counting days like falling leaves, in the cool night breeze, With every chord, I’m coming home, where the heart has grown, After all the work is done, this is where I belong. [Bridge] No city lights could shine this bright, No road could feel so right, In the quiet of a harvest night, I find my peace beneath these skies. [Chorus] So I’m strumming on my six-string, on this front porch swing, Counting days like falling leaves, in the cool night breeze, With every chord, I’m coming home, where the heart has grown, After all the work is done, this is where I belong. [Outro] Yeah, after all the work is done, this is where I belong.