Papa's Home lyrics

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 outside 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 lose his sight When the morning come, when the morning comes Papa's coming home Papa's coming home Papa coming home