Coming Home Songtext
von Turkeyfoot

Spanish chatter on the AM radio
Sounds like I′ve almost made it home
This tear stained blacktop passing in my rear view
You can count on the road to kill the blues

Mesquite trees and pump jacks line this ol highway
Once the home of Comanches brave
As for me I'm riding low in the saddle
But I get to see some good folks today


Oh you know there′s something bout coming home
You find yourself again
Don't get down cause you're never all alone
You can always find a friend
Find my Dad there reading in his study
He likes talking to the Lord
My sweet Mama pours me a cup of coffee
We talk about the good and bad times gone

There′s a mockingbird sitting on a fencepost
Sings an old familiar song
Though I′ve never had faith quite like my sisters
I know these worries won't last long