Never Coming Home Songtext
von Bryan Martin

My Grandaddy was a trucker
Took his fair share of uppers
Chasing white lines for a dollar
But he never let us down

Now I′m a different breed of drifter
I do my kinda of driftin'
With a guitar and a bottle
And I play it good and loud

I cut tail and run too often
To a bar down in Austin
If I forget the words
You can blame it on the Crown


But you can bet I know
About a lonesome road
You can bet I know
About a heavy load
They call it playin′ for livin'
But the truth is it isn't
As easy as writin′ a song
Tell my babies I love them
But their daddy ain′t never comin' home

I can still remember hearin′
The roarin' of the engine
Rollin′ in the drive
After one long run

And he worked himself to death
But on his deathbed
He looked at me and said
The job ain't done

And I′ve seen all I can see
Just a guitar and me
Chasing every Honky Tonk
And setting sun


But you can bet I know
About a lonesome road
You can bet I know
About a heavy load
They call it playin' for livin'
But the truth is it isn′t
As easy as writin′ a song
Tell my babies I love them
But their daddy ain't never comin′ home

You can bet I know
About a lonesome road
You can bet I know
About a heavy load
They call it playin' for livin′
But the truth is it isn't
As easy as writin′ a song
Tell my babies I love them
But their daddy ain't never comin' home
Tell my babies I love them
But their daddy ain′t never comin′ home
I ain't never comin′ home