No band, just me solo
I somewhat taught myself to play the guitar 4 years ago and it seemed only natural to try to write my own material. I now have over 100 original songs.
Lyrics
Come Home
The phone was ringing here this morning, Lizzie said there was no warning
Something’s wrong, you better come back home
Momma’s sick and Doc’s not certain, says that by the way she’s hurting
She ain’t got long, He thinks her time has come
I was already driving by the time those last words hit my ear
Nothing’s gonna slow me down, long as I got passing gear
I couldn’t find the words to say, that could take your pain away
But still you smiled, as I played this old guitar
Just the way you looked at me, I knew that you could see
And understood, I would if I could
There ain’t a song that these old fingers and this old guitar can’t play
I’d never sing a note again if I could have just one more day
She asked me now to promise her, that I’d be here for her when that time comes
To be moving on,
My tears are falling just like rain, she smiles and wipes my face again
Like she always did, when I was just a kid
She said it always made my days a little brighter everytime I’d hear you play
I’d like to hear Come Home It’s Suppertime as angels carry me away
Come home, come home, it’s suppertime
I can see my family waiting there for me over on the other side
I know your gonna miss me, and God knows I’ll miss you too
And when your time on earth is done, I’ll have supper waiting there for you
And when your time on earth is done, I’ll have supper waiting there for you
© David Allen 2006
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