Coming Home

Spanish chatter on the AM radio Sounds like I've almost made it home This tear stained blacktop passing in my rear view You can count on the road to kill the blues Mesquite trees and pump jacks line this ol highway Once the home of Comanches brave As for me I'm riding low in the saddle But I get to see some good folks today Oh you know there's something bout coming home You find yourself again Don't get down cause you're never all alone You can always find a friend Find my Dad there reading in his study He likes talking to the Lord My sweet Mama pours me a cup of coffee We talk about the good and bad times gone There's a mockingbird sitting on a fencepost Sings an old familiar song Though I've never had faith quite like my sisters I know these worries won't last long --- Coming Home - Turkeyfoot