My Dear Lucy

My Dear Lucy
I hope you're doing good
I been praying like I should, but it's so hard to be away
They don't say much, and they don't tell what I done
I fear I'll never see the sun outside this cage

My Dear Lucy
There's no liquor in these bars
And you can barely see the stars beyond the cold grey walls
But I can see you each time I close my eyes
And in my dreams I'm running wild, I hear you call,

And I'm coming back
To where the food don't taste like dirt
Where the wishing doesn't hurt
I dream I'm coming back
Coming back to you, my love

My Dear Lucy
Maybe one day, in a song
I can hold your hand at dawn and watch the roses grow
Maybe so-- There's time off for acting nice
So if I shave and drop the dice you never know
You never know

I could be coming back
To where the creek flows fresh and clear
To where they've never heard of here
Oh my dear I've gotta get back
Coming back to you, my love
Ahoooo

My Dear Lucy
This old hound can take his licks
But I'm getting sick of doing tricks to keep the bulls at bay
By the way, gas up the truck on Sunday
'Cause Monday they'll be setting this dog free
I said Monday they'll be setting this dog free

And I'll be coming back
And when you hit that gravel lot
I'm gonna wed you on the spot
My god, I'm gonna come back
I'm coming back
And when they ask me where I was
I'll say my heart stayed home because
I was coming right back
Coming back
Coming back
Coming back to you, my love