Story Behind the Song
A song with a strong social message on issues of family stability. Designed for discussion groups or counselling curriculum.
Lyrics
Another town, another round . . . I ain't got nowhere to go.
Rumblin' sound, of a Greyhound . . . she'll be leaving, I know.
Late this morning I got to wondering
Now she's on that bus today.
Could she be right for me?
Guess I'll be on my way.
I walked on, and I heard the song og a daddy and his little boy.
It was beautiful and as usual, I wished I could share their joy.
But I let family life get the worst of me,
Why can't I have that chance again?
Lord my nose just found a liquor store,
Guess I'll spend my last fin.
My illusions, I can see myself . . . in a soft cozy chair.
Children playing, they'd be saying, "Daddy take us to the fair!"
Late at night, they'd be sleeping . . . sweetly breathing, prayers all said.
And she'd be waiting, she'd be there for me,
Soft gold hair, big warm bed . . . I could rest my weary head.
Take me back, Lord,
I wanna go back there,
Soft gold hair, big warm bed . . . I could rest my weary head.
© 1994 John Spearn
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