My Ohio Home

I started writing this in the ’70s. My wife and I lived with a group of people on a farm an hour east of Cincinnati. A small town nearby on US 50 was called Monterey.

The Iraq War was the impetus to finish the song. I’ve never been in combat, but I have been away from my family at times when I missed them terribly. Being a stranger in a strange, hostile place on top of that feeling has got to be very trying. This one goes out to the men and women who guard our freedom.

My Ohio Home
Rick Lisak

Down 50 into the country, you’ll find old Monterey.
My Ohio home, my Ohio home.
I can feel my nose itchin’ from that new mowed hay.
My Ohio home, my Ohio home.

If I could be there tonight, I’d be halfway to paradise.
My Ohio home, that’s my Ohio home.

I feel the earth shaking, the sky’s a bloody red.
I pray the dying ends. The sirens scream, “Amen.”

If I could be there tonight,
I’d be halfway to paradise.
My Ohio home, that’s my Ohio home.
I just wanna wake up beside you, sleepin’ in our bed
And when my duty’s done, I’ll see my Ohio home.