Papa's Home Lyrics - Widespread Panic

Papa's hitting the road again 

Takes the show cross-country for hire 

And the crowds come and go 

Secret agents getting bigger 

Mom's holding sister in the chair 

Turning pages of photographs 

Warm in their memories 

Falling asleep by the fire 

To the highway where some new cowboys go 

Drivers and drifters and rouges 

And the crew's still working 

Everybody's cracking jokes 

Morning comes so easy 

Sharing stories and forgetting time 

Take the rest in the look in her eyes 

As they go and close time 

Papa's driving past the night 

He's working his way to make it home 

The old man gonna be a sight 

When the morning come, when the morning comes 

To the highway where some old cowboys go 

Drivers and drifters and rouges 

Some drink here, some dance here 

Hear old big boy telling jokes 

Mom's holding sister in the chair 

Sharing stories and forgetting time 

Warm in their memories of 

Falling asleep by the fire 

Papa's he driving past the night 

He's working his way to make it home 

The old man gonna be a sight 

When the morning come, when the morning comes 

Papa's coming home 

Papa's coming home 

Papa coming home