Papa's Home

Papa's hittin' the road again

Takes the show cross-country for hire

And as the crowds come and grow, secret agents gettin' bigger

Mom's holdin' sister in the chair

Turnin' pages of photographs

Warm in their memories

Fallin' asleep by the fire

To the highway where some new cowboys go

Drivers and drifters and rogues

Oh, and the crew's still workin', everybody crackin' jokes

Morning comes so easy

Sharin' stories and forgettin' time

Take the rest in the look in her eyes

As they go and close time

Well, Papa, well, he drivin' past the night

Yeah, and he's workin' his way to make it home

Oh, the old man gonna be a sight

When the morning comes, when the morning comes

To the highway where some old cowboys go

Drivers and drifters and rogues

Some drink and some dance, hear old Big Boy tellin' jokes

Ma's holdin' sister in the chair

Sharin' stories and forgettin' time

Warm in their memories

Of fallin' asleep by the fire

Papa, he's drivin' past the night

Workin' his way to make it home

And how the old man's gonna look a sight

Yeah, when the morning comes

When the morning comes

Papa comin' home

Papa comin' home

Papa comin' home