Lyrics:
'Cause it don't matter how they lay me down
Just see they bury me out by mama's apple tree
And send my body back to my home town
Well, my mama was
see
Sometimes it's har-ard but you gotta understand
When the lord made me, he made a ramblin' man.
I love to see the tow-owns passin' by
Yeah, I'm gonna tell my tale come on
Ah come on, ah, give a listen
'Cause I was born lonely down by the riverside
Learned to spin fortune
Gee, man, it's great after bein' out late
Walkin' my baby back home
Arm in arm over meadow and farm
Walkin' my baby back home
We go 'long
Call up, ring once, hang up the phone
To let me know you made it home
Don't want nothing to be wrong with part-time lover
If she's with me I'll
the break of day
Reach over and feel the pillow, baby
Where your sweet man used to lay
Well baby, it's so lonesome by myself
Well, it's so lonesome,
side
I am right by your side
Young lover I stand
It was their idea I proved to be a man
Take my fucking hand
It was their idea I proved to be
side
I am right by your side
Young lover I stand
It was their idea I proved to be a man
Take my fucking hand
It was their idea I proved to be
wife, but those days are passed by.
Ah, these triflin' women, has made me throw my happy home life.
If you get a good wife, try an' try to keep her home
Worried man worried man I'm a weary worried man
Hungry babies don't understand papa is a worried man
The place I used to draw my pay slammed
time
A time to dream
To himself
He waves goodbye
To himself
I'll see you on the other side
Another man moved by sleight of hand
we can
We all got to help each other if we're gonna get by
We all got to help each other if we're gonna get by
See the man walking down the road
put the book by itself on the shelf
With my heart in it
Never wasting time takin' the right way home
I know you're never wastin' time
Findin'
falls by
To make a man feel like a man you gotta show him you're a woman
[ guitar + steel ]
When he comes home from a hard day's work he's probably tired
Across the sea by the Tennessee skyline
They told me I'd find my hopes and my dreams
But I long to be, in the bed of my true love
Back where I
The foreman says it cuts man-power by fifteen
Yeah but that ain't natural well so old Clay would say
You see he's a horse-drawn man until his dying day
Now
niggas (what's that?)
You cannot defeat the Internet, no matter what, so chill, nigga
Don't get distracted by the money, you too relaxed
You livin' life
the marsh by a breeze from the gulf.
I'm coming home, (coming home)
I've had me enough.
Oh, where are the things I saw in my dreams?
Where's the happy
bring me home?
When I am an old man and live by the sea
Will all your thoughts fly to me?
When I'm far away from the places we've known
Will all
comin' home? Is you out with her?
I don't care long as you here by 10:30, no later than
Drop them drawers, give me what I want
My man is my man, is
by a breeze from the gulf.
I'm coming home, (coming home)
I've had me enough.
Oh, where are the things I saw in my dreams?
Where's the happy that
the wounded man
Who felt no pain
By the wayfaring stranger
Who knew our names
We were blessed by the homeless man
Who showed us the way home
Blessed by
they've got a new machine
Foreman says it cuts manpower by fifteen
"Oh, but that ain't natural" old man Grayson says
'cause he's a horse-drawn man until
He'll only have his memories
Or great books by James Jones
'Cause they're sendin' the old man home
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