Tom T. Hall - Homecoming lyrics
[Tom T. Hall - Homecoming lyrics]
I guess I should've written, dad
To let you know that I was coming home
I've been gone so many years
I didn't realize you had a phone
I saw your cattle coming in
Boy they're looking mighty fat and slick
I saw Fred at the service station
Told me that his wife is awful sick
You heard my record on the radio
Oh, well it's just another song
But I've got a hit recorded
And it'll be out on the
Market 'fore too long
I got this ring in Mexico
No, it didn't cost me quite a bunch
When you're in the business that I'm in
The people call it puttin' up a front
I know I've lost a little weight
I guess I am looking kind of pale
If you didn't know me better, dad
You'd think that I'd just
Gotten out of jail
No, we don't ever call them beer joints
Night clubs are the places that I work
You meet a lot of people there, but no
There ain't much chance of gettin' hurt
I'm sorry that I couldn't be here with you
All when momma passed away
I was on the road and when they came
And told me it was just too late
I drove by the grave to see her, boy
That really is a pretty stone
I'm glad that Fred and Jan are here
It's better than you being here alone
Well I knew you's gonna ask me
Who the lady is that's sleeping in the car
That's just a girl who works for me
And, man, she plays a pretty mean guitar
We worked in San Antone last night
She didn't even have the time to dress
She drove me down from Nashville and
To tell the truth I guess she needs the rest
Well, dad, I gotta go we got a dance to
Work in Cartersville tonight
Let me take your number down
I'll call you, and I promise you I'll write
Now you be good and don't be chasin'
All those pretty women that you know
And by the way if you see Barbara Walker
Tell her that I said "hello"
To let you know that I was coming home
I've been gone so many years
I didn't realize you had a phone
I saw your cattle coming in
Boy they're looking mighty fat and slick
I saw Fred at the service station
Told me that his wife is awful sick
You heard my record on the radio
Oh, well it's just another song
But I've got a hit recorded
And it'll be out on the
Market 'fore too long
I got this ring in Mexico
No, it didn't cost me quite a bunch
When you're in the business that I'm in
The people call it puttin' up a front
I know I've lost a little weight
I guess I am looking kind of pale
If you didn't know me better, dad
You'd think that I'd just
Gotten out of jail
No, we don't ever call them beer joints
Night clubs are the places that I work
You meet a lot of people there, but no
There ain't much chance of gettin' hurt
I'm sorry that I couldn't be here with you
All when momma passed away
I was on the road and when they came
And told me it was just too late
I drove by the grave to see her, boy
That really is a pretty stone
I'm glad that Fred and Jan are here
It's better than you being here alone
Well I knew you's gonna ask me
Who the lady is that's sleeping in the car
That's just a girl who works for me
And, man, she plays a pretty mean guitar
We worked in San Antone last night
She didn't even have the time to dress
She drove me down from Nashville and
To tell the truth I guess she needs the rest
Well, dad, I gotta go we got a dance to
Work in Cartersville tonight
Let me take your number down
I'll call you, and I promise you I'll write
Now you be good and don't be chasin'
All those pretty women that you know
And by the way if you see Barbara Walker
Tell her that I said "hello"