From A Kitchen Table Lyrics - Blackjack David - Dave Alvin

I hope this letter finds you 

Wherever you may be 

Cause I mailed some awhile back 

And they were all returned to me 

Aint nothin I can tell you bout the hometown 

Everything changes, but nothings new 

Just Sunday night at the kitchen table 

Finishin a beer and thinkin of you 

And I still work the same job 

Just live with my mom for free 

Cause ever since the old man passed on 

It just got harder to leave 

Well, I heard a rumor that you got married 

Though you swore that you never would 

I guess you finally got your own kids now 

You ever tell em bout the old neighborhood? 

Like the time we stole your dads car 

Drove all night down Imperial Highway 

You kept sayin, Maybe we should turn around 

And I said, It dont take much to get away 

But I still work the same job 

Just live with my mom for free 

Cause ever since the old man passed on 

It just got harder to leave 

Guess thats all that Ive got to tell you 

I guess things turned out how theyre meant to be 

I just hope that this letter finds you 

But until then Ill just keep it with me 

And I still work the same job 

Just live with my mom for free 

Cause ever since the old man passed on 

It just got harder to leave