Nobody Home

The old dirt road still winds by the hill
The house still has that country air
And memories live everywhere
But there's nobody home

The winter sun still warms the sky
And from the rooftop, sparrows fly
I know the mailman passes by
But there's nobody home

The swing hangs empty on the front porch now
But I can close my eyes and see
Mama sittin' there shelling butter beans
Waiting for papa, or waiting for me

I see the upstairs window pane
Where I would stand and watch the rain
Or listen to the evening train
But there's nobody home

The swing hangs empty on the front porch now
But I can close my eyes, and I can see
Mama sittin' there shelling butter beans
Waiting for papa or waiting for me

I see the upstairs window pane
Where I would stand, I'd watch the rain
Or listen to the evening train
But there's nobody home
Or listen to the evening train
But there's nobody home



Credits
Writer(s): Loonis Mcglohon
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