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Michael Johnathon - Homestead lyrics
The fireplace just crackles in my cabin home The leaves outside ablaze, gently turning brown Home-made bread on the kitchen stove Wine in my glass and I'm home from the road I've got the smell of the woods on my cloths Snow in the air There's an Autum sunset evening gently coming down I think I'll take my son in the woods and watch him run around Or stay inside with some oils and a brush And paint to the music of my friend Sam Bush I've had song in my head for days, I could write that tune I'm just glad to be home Back in my farm house now I missed my kids, the taste of my coffee and that peaceful sound I love to travel around And play my songs from town to town But I wait for the end of the road When there's no place left to go And I know I'm finally home You know Sam can really play a fiddlen mandalin I pick up my guitar and try to play along with him Maybe it's the wine, but I play to slow I can't keep up but that's how it goes I'm the best there ever was when I'm home The sound of my young son, sleeping in the other room What a precious gift I know will drift away too soon So I play a little song on my old banjo With a little help from Baila and JD Crowe To the thunderous applause of my stereo I love to be home Back in the beauty of my own hometown I miss my kids, the taste of my coffee and this peaceful sound I love to travel around and sing for you in your hometown But when they turn the spot light low I look for the end of the road When there's no place left to go But home |
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