Long Way From Home

There's biscuits in the oven and bacon in the pan it lingers in the air reminding me that I am a lost and lonely body, a man without a home just a free ranging king without a castle or a throne. Just a King without a Castle searching for his home. My momma, she told me when I was just a boy son, you'll never go any where with that guitar and a song but I didn't listen to her and I played it any way. Now, I'm singing in the streets at night with no warm place to stay. I'm a king without a castle searching for a throne I got my first job in Memphis Tennessee carrying shingles up a ladder seven days a week I didn't save my paycheck, and I walked the streets alone But I've got this old guitar I brought it from home. I'm a king without a castle searching for a throne. I learned a few chords and wrote me a new song I sing it every night now hoping I'm not wrong. I play it every night, I'm still a long way from home. Just King without a castle searching for his throne. I'm a king without a castle still a long way from home. And now I'm getting older and my momma's she's gone on The old home place is crumbling but I've still got my song And I sing in every town and city wear I roam, I sing it every night now still a long way from home. I'm a king without a castle searching for a throne.