Текст песни: Tara MacLean - Homecoming
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 there 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."
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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 there 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."
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