My Father's Father

I hear something hanging on the wind I see black smoke up around the bend I've got my ticket and I'm going to go home The leaves have changed a time or two Since the last time a train came through I've got my ticket and I'm going to go home My Father's father's blood is on the track A sweat refrain drifts in from the past I've got my ticket and I'm going to go home The winding roads they led me here Burn like coal and dry like tears So here's my hope My tired soul And here's my ticket I want to go home Home, home, home --- My Father's Father - The Civil Wars