Goin’ Home

[Verse]
The closer I get to my home Lord the more I want to be there
There'll be a gathering of loved ones and friends Lord you know I want to be there

There'll be a mixture of teardrops and flowers crying and talking for hours
'Bout how wild that I was, and if I'd listened to them I wouldn't be there

Well, there's old Charlie Toll, they threw away the mold when they made him
And Jimmy McCline, it looks like the wine's finally laid him
And Billie McRae, that I could beat any day in a card game
And Bessie McNeal, but her tears are real, I can see pain

There's a mixture of teardrops and flowers crying and talking for hours
'Bout how wild I was, and if I'd listened to them I wouldn't be there

Lord thanks for ride I got a feeling inside that I know you
And if you see your way, you're welcome to stay, 'cause I'm going to need you

There's a mixture of teardrops and flowers crying and talking for hours
'Bout how wild that I was, and if I'd listened to them I wouldn't be there