Homecoming Lyrics - Singles - Hall Tom T

I guess, I should've written, Dad 

To let you know that I was comin' home 

I've been gone so many years 

I didn't realize you had a phone 

I saw your cattle comin' in 

Boy, they're looking mighty fat and slick 

I saw Fred at the service station 

Told me that his wife is awful sick 

You heard my record on the radio 

Oh, well it's just another song 

But I've got a hit recorded 

And it'll be out on the market 'fore too long 

I got this ring in Mexico 

An' no, it didn't cost me quite a bunch 

When you're in the business that I'm in 

The people call it puttin' up a front 

I know, I've lost a little weight 

I guess, I am lookin' kind of pale 

If you didn't know me better, Dad 

You'd think that I'd just gotten out of jail 

No, we don't ever call them beer joints 

Night clubs are the places where I work 

You meet a lot of people there, but no 

There ain't much chance of gettin' hurt 

I'm sorry that I couldn't be here 

With you all when Momma passed away 

I was on the road and when they came 

And told me it was just too late 

I drove by the grave to see her 

Boy, that really is a pretty stone 

I'm glad that Fred and Jan are here 

It's better than you being here alone 

Well, I knew you's gonna ask me 

Who the lady is that's sleepin' in the car 

That's just a girl who works for me 

And man, she plays a pretty mean guitar 

We worked in San Antone last night 

She didn't even have the time to dress 

She drove me down from Nashville 

And to tell the truth I guess she needs the rest 

Well, Dad, I gotta go, we got a dance 

To work in Cartersville tonight 

Let me take your number down, I'll call you 

And I promise you I'll write 

Now you be good and don't be chasin' 

All those pretty women that you know 

And by the way if you see Barbara Walker 

Tell her that I said hello