Home For the Winter

Roll out the old welcome back
Treat me to the new rough draft
Strike that old secondhand match
Hang up your leaving hat

Home for the winter
But I can't stay long
Alas it's for the better my babe
'Cause me I'd rather be gone

Run down to the corner whore
Tell the lady go on and sing some more
Grab your old vagabond bonnet
Take what you need then go ahead and pawn it

Buckle up and settle in
Pour your whiskey and pour your gin
Looks like we're in for a hell of a storm
This will be the year you're born again

Chop off your old hitching thumb
I think that song's already been sung
Carve what you need from your trusty steed
Don't to be afraid to let him bleed

Home for the winter
But I can't stay long
Alas it's for the better my babe
'Cause me I'd rather be...



Credits
Writer(s): Christo Mondavi
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