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.
Copyright © James A. | Year Posted 2020
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