Goin’ Home Songtext
von Willie Nelson

The closer I get to my home, Lord
The more I wanna be there
There′ll be a gatherin' of loved ones and friends
Lord, you know I wanna be there

There′ll be a mixture of teardrops and flowers
Cryin' and talkin' for hours
′Bout how wild that I was
And if I′d listened to them, I wouldn't be there

Well, there′s old Charlie Toll
They threw away the mold when they made him
And Jimmy McCline
It looks like the wine's finally laid him


And Billie McRae
That I could any day in a card game
And Bessie McNeal
But her tears are real, I can see pain

There′s a mixture of teardrops and flowers
Cryin' and talkin′ for hours
'Bout how wild that I was
And if I'd listened to them, I wouldn′t be there

Lord, thanks for the ride
I got a feelin′ inside that I know you
And if you see your way, you're welcome to stay
′Cause I'm gonna need you

There′s a mixture of teardrops and flowers
Cryin' and talkin′ for hours
'Bout how wild that I was
And if I'd listened to them, I wouldn′t be there