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Chartbuster Karaoke: Southern Gospel: Crabb Family (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Crabb Fest Live 2003 (The Crabb Family) · A Crabb Collection (The Crabb Family) · Crabb Fest 2004 (The Crabb Family) · Going Up, Going Down...The Anthology 1968-2001 (Stan Webb) · Going Going Gone (Information Society) · When the Going Gets Tough the Tough Get Going (Bow Wow Wow) · Going Up, Going Down...The Anthology 1968-2001 (Stan Webb) · Going Back Home (Frankie Lee) · Going Home (Jackson Browne) – and 90 other albums »


going home to stay
I'm going home for Christmas and nothing's gonna keep me away
She'll be face to face with Jesus as we celebrate His birth
And this gift
Starlight do you know me
Please, don't look at me now
I'm falling apart
Silver on the window
Like the bike I once had
At home in the yard
Jesus
I'm out on the sea filled with sorrows
Tossed like a ship who ran a fore
I'm seeking the help of my Savior
By the way of the Cross, I must go
I'm out on the sea filled with sorrows
Tossed like a ship who ran a fore
I'm seeking the help of my Savior
By the way of the Cross, I must go
that it runs in the family
Oh no, runs in the family.

One by one we left home.
We went so far out there.
Everybody got scared.
My uncle did it; my
all that
And continued to stay
With my girls Momma
Gutter
Living
Got me tripping
I'm smoking bud daily
Gutter
Living
Got me tripping
I'm going
and beer in the fridge
But I'm easy, I'm open, that's my gift
I can flow with the traffic, I can drift with the drift
Home again?
Naw, never going home
Here by the sea and sand
Nothing ever goes as planned
I just couldn't face going home
It was just a drag on my own
They finally threw me out
My
Selling drugs
With a gun at my waist
And for people I had no love
See the streets was my home
Family and friends were all gone
Had no one to trust
left,
And I really don't care.
I've done my tour of duty now I'm home and I ain't going anywhere.

I taught myself to tolerate the pain,
All
Here by the sea and sand
Nothing ever goes as planned,
I just couldn't face going home
It was just a drag on my own.
They finally threw me out
home
(to my old school down in delray) (where you at?)
c'mon and take me home
   
what up everybody I'm here chillin with samantha
"HI GUYS!"
and I bet
been driven far too much
This won't take long you said I'm not going far
Go wait in the car
Go wait in the car

You had nine lives and one by one
While we sit at our table my family heads bowed low
My thoughts return to childhood to the finest guy I know
He doesn't speak good English he's
While we sit at our table my family heads bowed low
My thoughts return to childhood to the finest guy I know
He doesn't speak good English he's
The high and the low
Mommy, daddy, you and I
Going on a trip

And we're not going home
Mommy, daddy, you and I
Driving, keep driving
Driving, driving
a better chance seeing Jesus 

So I got me a plan 

Steal me a Astrovan and take the law into my own hands 

And I ain't going out talking to them hoes
Well I’m not sure I’m much wiser
But some things are clearer
And it’s getting clear that I’m not here for long
So what am I to do with my few minutes
While we sit at our table my family heads bowed low
My thoughts return to childhood to the finest guy I know
He doesn't speak good English he's
and say 'fuck 'em'
Until you get home, I'm the one you trust in

I'm happy to be in any place
Where God's name is remembered

Soon I will be gone with
really mind if I just fade away
I'm ready to live with my family, I'm ready to die in obscurity
Cuz I'm so tired that I got to go

Where am I supposed
Incurable disease on the day of rest
Walking on water in a sea of incest
I've got an image of Jesus
embedded on my chest
I can't leave home
It's where my family is, it's where I'll always stay
Because I'm home
on my daddy
He never meant to have me, and problems keep comin' at me
I wanna walk with Jesus, but my legs too heavy
I'm hopin' prayer works 'cause
As we sit at the table my family heads bowed low
My thoughts return to childhood and the finest man I know
He doesn't speak good English he's just