Home Lyrics - Shawn Mullins

The funniest girl I ever knew 

Had hair as orange as Halloween 

The bluest eyes that saw right through 

All the BS and everything 

She was an artist from the start 

And she always sang from the bottom of her heart 

And though her road was so long 

She finally made her way back home 

Yes, she finally made her way back home 

The loneliest kid I ever saw 

Owned to an old man's calloused hands 

Sitting barefoot in front of a dime-store 

In a place some called, 'The Promised Land' 

He had hollow sunken eyes 

But he was smiling big like he'd won some kinda prize 

He was ragged, he was rolling like a stone 

In the dirty city streets that he called home 

Yeah, the dirty city streets that he called home 

Hobos, tramps and troubadours 

Don't ride in box cars like they did before 

Seems like most of my heroes 

Just ain't around no more 

Yeah, I know I'm lucky to sing my songs 

If you want to, you can sing along 

As you been on this road so long 

Won't you help me find my way back home? 

Help me find my way back home 

Won't you help me find my way back home? 

Help me find my way back home