Homecoming Songtext
von Bobby Bare

I guess I should have written dad
To let you know that I was coming home
But I′ve been gone so many years
I didn't realize you had a phone
I saw your cattle comin′ in
And boy they're looking mighty, fat and sleek
I saw Fred down at the service station
He told me that his wife is awful sick

You heard my record on the radio
Oh well, it's just another song
But I′ve got a hit recorded dad
It′ll be out on the market 'fore too long
Oh, I got this ring in Mexico
You know it didn′t cost me quite a bunch
When you're in the business that I′m in
People call it puttin' up a front


I know I′ve lost a little weight
And I guess I am looking kind of pale
If you didn't know me better dad
You'd think that I′ve just gotten out of jail
No we don′t ever call 'em beer joints
Night clubs are the places where I work
You meet a lotta people there
But no there ain′t much chance of gettin' hurt

I′m sorry that I couldn't be here
With you all when mama passed away
I was on the road and
When they came and told me it was just too late
I drove by the grave to see her
And boy that really is a pretty stone
I′m glad that Fred and Jan are here
It's better than you being here alone

I knew you's gonna ask me who
The lady is who′s sleepin′ in the car
That's just the girl that works for me
And man she plays a pretty mean guitar
We worked in San Antonio last night
She didn′t even have the time to dress
She drove me in from Nashville
And to tell the truth I guess she needs the rest


Well dad, I gotta go
We got a dance to work in Cartersville tonight
Let me take your number down
I'll call you and I promise you I′ll write
Now you be good and don't be chasin′
All those pretty women that you know
And by the way if you see Barbara Walker
Tell her that I said hello