Comin’ Home

Lyrics

I grow tired of the folks in this town And my back and shoulders ache from sleepin' on the ground Well bein' in a car ain't the best thing but it gets me where I'm goin' Helps me just knowin', that I'm on my way back home And it's a three hour drive from where I am to where I want to be And I got nothin' but this stretch of road between my love and me Drinkin' coffee, smokin' cigarettes, tryin' to stay awake If you happen to see my baby tell her I'm on my way I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home From the rollin' hills of Austin To the place where I belong I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home Well bein' gone's just fine honey But I love comin' home Yeah the lonesome sound of my wheels is spinnin' Becomes hypnotizin' the longer that I'm movin' along But I wouldn't trade this feeling for anything in the world I'm headed back to Houston headed back to see my little girl When 71 cuts over to interstate 10 You know you're headed east and back on track to your home again I got Lefty, Willie, Hank, and Townes to keep me company I'm a-headed back to Houston headed back to see baby I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home From those rollin' hills of Austin To the place where I belong I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home Well bein' gone's just fine honey But I love comin' home I said bein' gone's just fine honey But I love comin' home