Homecoming Party
Leave my suitcase by the car I'll bring it in in the mornin'
Stack my guitar case just inside the door
Pet the dog too tired to wag his tail
Check the mail and walk on down the hallway
I've got to fix these old floor boards
Wash up at the sink, glance in the mirror
Who is that man who ain't been here in three long weeks or maybe more?
All this gettin' off the road has got
me ragged to the bone and coming home
There ain't no homecoming party
Pop a yellow pill, the kind for sleepin' through
The sound of wakin' children when the daylight starts to show
And it's silent up the carpet stairs and peek into the nursery
Where the little ones are dreamin' sweet and low
I can hear 'em cryin', "Daddy where you been?
And did you bring me back a present from a distant sunny shore?"
All this gettin' off the road has got
me ragged to the bone and coming home
ain't no homecoming party
Oh it's ten thousand places and twenty thousand faces
And half a million miles I'm bound to row
And I'm weary and wasted, and all that I can taste is
One lonesome tear on the tip of my tongue
She must've left the light on I'll
just slip into the bed and let it burn
And when our bodies touch I'l pull away and not disturb her
Even though I long for love so much it hurts
And maybe we won't argue in the mornin'
We'll be makin' love and just let that old calendar turn
All this gettin' off the road has got
me ragged to the bone and coming home
Sure ain't no homecoming party
Oooooh, hoooooo
Stack my guitar case just inside the door
Pet the dog too tired to wag his tail
Check the mail and walk on down the hallway
I've got to fix these old floor boards
Wash up at the sink, glance in the mirror
Who is that man who ain't been here in three long weeks or maybe more?
All this gettin' off the road has got
me ragged to the bone and coming home
There ain't no homecoming party
Pop a yellow pill, the kind for sleepin' through
The sound of wakin' children when the daylight starts to show
And it's silent up the carpet stairs and peek into the nursery
Where the little ones are dreamin' sweet and low
I can hear 'em cryin', "Daddy where you been?
And did you bring me back a present from a distant sunny shore?"
All this gettin' off the road has got
me ragged to the bone and coming home
ain't no homecoming party
Oh it's ten thousand places and twenty thousand faces
And half a million miles I'm bound to row
And I'm weary and wasted, and all that I can taste is
One lonesome tear on the tip of my tongue
She must've left the light on I'll
just slip into the bed and let it burn
And when our bodies touch I'l pull away and not disturb her
Even though I long for love so much it hurts
And maybe we won't argue in the mornin'
We'll be makin' love and just let that old calendar turn
All this gettin' off the road has got
me ragged to the bone and coming home
Sure ain't no homecoming party
Oooooh, hoooooo
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Writer(s): Ketch Secor
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