Lyrics:
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
I dreamed about them cotton fields of home
I dreamed about my mother, dear old pappy, sister and brother
Same old, same town
Going nowhere
Need a brand new view in front of me
Don't need no map, no need to pack
And don't care much if we come back
adopt a beggar
or a thief
cook his meal
and wash his jeans
adopt a trailer park at dawn
by evening
row the old folks home
adopt a Day's Inn
in
by the Swanee.
The folks up north will see me no more
When I get to that Swanee shore.
(whistling)
I miss the old folks at home.
Swanee, how I
Instead of just wishin'
Papa Bing (yeah, Louie?) I stopped by your place a time or two lately
And you weren't home either!
Well, I'm a busy man, Louie,
it on that ole' crazy bone
Yeah blame it on that ole'
Crazy bone (crazy bone)
Crazy bone (crazy bone)
And everybody in that old folks' home
If
Same old, same town
Going nowhere
Need a brand new view in front of me
Don't need no map, no need to pack
And don't care much if we come back
still alive
Lord ain't called me home
Built to survive
Foster homes, abuse, addiction...
Reinforce the pain
Old cold nights still cut like a knife
Never
down from Rocky Top reckon they never will
Now corn won't grow at all on Rocky Top dirt's too rocky by far
That's why all the folks on Rocky Top get
The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home
'Tis summer, the folks here are gay
The corn top's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom
While the birds
And I had me a buddy back home
But he started out to roam
And I hear, he's out by Frisco Bay
And, sometimes when I've had a few
His old voice comes
a stranger
Keep a line open to the folks back home
Don't run and hide when everything changes
Walk between the raindrops dry as a bone
You're laying low,
My heart is in Ireland
The land of the old folk is calling to me"
Near a coal mine in Wales, by a roadside café
A young girl came smiling and to me
your face I see a coward and a dimwit
Looking to run up in my private home just like you was the folks
Serving a warrant to a baby daddy, who didn't
Where many weary nights I sat
Thinking of the folks down home
Who think of me
You can bet you'll find me singing happily
When the midnight choo-choo
glistening
Like dew on a carpet lawn
In these dark towns folk lie sleeping
As the heavy horses thunder by
To wake the dying city
With the living
down like pure salvation
It offers all its amnesty
And makes your neighbor different see
By the light of that fir tree
And this old bar
Electrified in
glistening
Like dew on a carpet lawn
In these dark towns folk lie sleeping
As the heavy horses thunder by
To wake the dying city
With the living
a paradise as far as I can tell
You will get swallowed up
By the American folk tale
It will consume and spit you out
Or you can fall in line
The great
and it's time to hit the town
Where do you go
You gotta rock it
The old folks say that you gotta end your date by ten
But if you're out on a date don't
down from Rockytop,
Reckon they never will.
Corn won't grow at all on Rockytop -
Dirt's too rocky by far.
That's why all the folks on Rockytop
Get their
on the door.
And it won't take me long to remember what I brought that bottle home for.
And we'll all get to fighting, just like we always do.
And by
Sometimes I wish to God
I didn't know now
The things I didn't know then
Road you gotta take me home
I drive by the homeless sleeping on
A cold dark
go with her
Hold your head high, oh no nigga
Get cash like the old folks
Dodge potholes when you on spokes
Hold the .45 smokin' on dope
All white
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