What a night to work the graveyard, witching hour eight Sneaking whiskey in my coffee, only thing that keeps me straight But whiskey dreams of you until that whistle blew Blew me out the door, I was coming home to you
Forty hours of graveyard to get home and fry your eggs Pouring coffee in my whiskey, I've seen trouble in the drags I've listened to the words, Just barely overheard Stabbed me in the back, I was coming home for you
Forty bucks to go on layaway for my own diamond ring But it's my own damn fault Should have told me when they changed my shift to sway You never turned and saw, saw me out the door Or even heard the diesel roar Hear me coming home to you
Forty miles an hour rising when I hit your double wide Drove that tractor through the trailer Coming out on yonder side Did you have the breath to curse? Did you cry my name as I grounded in reverse? Was there anything left of you?
In forty days they'll strap me down With a sponge and shave my head And dim the lights of this old prison Cause the governor wants me dead That church would have given me life But that woman was her wife He was calling out my name Now I'm coming (x3) I'm home to you Now I'm coming home to you (x2)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
