When your long day is over And you can barely drag your feet The weight of the world Is on your shoulders I know what you need Bring it on home to me You've got someone here Wants to make it all right

When your long day is over And you can barely drag your feet The weight of the world Is on your shoulders I know what you need Bring it on home to me You've got someone here Wants to make it all right

This I gotta see. Her hair's still wet from her bath, She's sitting on her front porch with a glass, Of iced tea, In my sweatshirt, And her bare feet, If I hurry I can catch, The colors on her skin from that sunset, And her face,

There's a scarecrow in the garden That looks like Lucifer And I've been reading Revelations With my bare feet in the river Well, he came from Northern Ireland Searching for the free man's ground And he came to bet his fortune On a West Virginia plow He

Look who's laughing now that you've wasted How many years and you've barely even tasted Anything remotely close to Everything you've boasted about Look who's crying now Hermit crabs and cowry shells Crush beneath his feet as he comes towards you He's

She get me high She get me low She got the key to this old bronco No matter how she moving It's all the same thrill On top of my Yeti On an old boat dock Standing in the river on an old flint rock In her bare feet, or in her high heels