Back Home - Hancock Wayne

Back Home by Wayne Hancock
Well it sure is hot and my cloths are sticking to me,
There's nothing out here but blowing dust, far as I can see
I got strapped on my back everything I own
But I know it'll be all right when I get back home
The cars keep passing me by but I really don't care
For two weeks now I've been walking this road
Living on luck and prayer
It's the longest that I've been away and gone
But I know it'll be all right when I get back home
Back home, there's good old country cooking
And those I love will be waiting there for me
It sure got dark and I think I saw some lightning in that cloud
I just heard a peel of thunder
Boy it sure was loud
This is the hardest kind of walk I've ever known
But I know it'll be all right when I get back home
Instrumental
Back home, there's good old mammas cooking
And those I love will be waiting there for me
The rain keeps a coming down in sheets and my cloths are soaking wet
The runoffs getting deeper
But I ain't drowning yet
The cold rain really chills me to the bone,
But I know it'll be all right when I get back home.
Yeah, I know it'll be all right when I get back home