MENU MORE

Come On Home

By Wil C. Fry, June 11, 2001

Copyright © 2001 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.


After you travel so long
Every town looks the same
The people that you meet
(You) don’t care ‘bout their names

And when the money gets low
The places that you live
(Just) ain’t home anymore
(Ya) gave all you had to give

So you wander around
Drink all that you can drink
Livin’ in a rathole
Don’t care how low you sink

Ain’t it about time you found a home
Bring an end to this long and lonely roam
Come on home
Some day you’ll leave it all behind
The women, the weed and the wine
Come on home
Come on back home


The sunset, it dims
And the wind doesn’t blow
You don’t know where you’ve been
Or where you’re gonna go

Ain’t it about time you found a home
Bring an end to this long and lonely roam
Come on home
Some day you’ll leave it all behind
The women, the weed and the wine
Come on home
Come on back home




Written at Joe H.’s house in Seminole, Okla.



comments powered by Disqus