Comin' Back Home

I'm runnin' tired, wearin' thin
I'm wearin' clothes that don't fit in
It's a never endin' week long laundry list
Stop and go, goin' crazy
Overtime, underpaid
And maybe I ain't made for this
Traffic, sirens, city lights
Pay to park every night
It's hard to find the stars around here
This world I'm in is spinnin' so fast
Makes me wish that I was back

On a front porch sittin'
Guitar pickin'
Shootin' shit
Killin' time
Bonfire burnin'
Pappy's slurrin'
Take your turn and pass the shine
Bout to spend a long weekend
Where I belong 'cause damn I've been
Gone just a little to long
But I'm comin' back home

Well I'm payin' bills, payin' dues
I feel like I could play the blues
Well maybe not, but you know what I mean
It ain't nice, sure ain't clean
This one bedroom on Easy Street
The rent's cheap, but the grass ain't so green
Act the part when in Rome
All these folks stay on the phone
But somehow, they're still hard to reach
Of all the places on the map
Only one takes me back

On a front porch sittin'
Guitar pickin'
Shootin' shit
Killin' time
Bonfire burnin'
Pappy's slurrin'
Take your turn and pass the shine
Bout to spend a long weekend
Where I belong 'cause damn I've been
Gone just a little to long
But I'm comin' back home

Mama's in the kitchen dancin' and cookin'
Daddy's on the Gibson singin' "Hey Good Lookin'"

We're all front porch sittin'
Guitar pickin'
Shootin' shit
Killin' time
Bonfire burnin'
Pappy's slurrin'
Take your turn and pass the shine
Bout to spend a long weekend
Where I belong 'cause damn I've been
Gone just a little to long (I've been gone)

Well I've been gone just a little too long
But I'm comin' back home

I'm comin' back home

Yeah, I'm comin back home