Why? Why? Why?

Home… I'm a pilgrim in search of salvation
I’m a lonely man look-ing for a bride
I dig deep and wide for the paradise inside
Yet for me it all comes down to home
I don’t need any money, just a place where i belong
Empty riches couldn’t buy something so fine
A place to rest my head near the land I was bred
There is nothing as sweet as my home
I was born in Tejas country north of the Rio Grande
I was raised in Monterrey on the bay
A stranger came a' calling took the land my father left
I’m outside, I’m all alone and I’m cold
I dream of peace in the valley and lillies in the field
I seek the solace of a breeze in my face
The simple life i led on the land i was bred
There’s nothing as sweet as your home