Every night every night every night every night I'm coming home to you My mind is made up My feelings changed and You could let me know I won't blame you I'm coming home to you (I'm coming home) I'm the colorless sunrise That's never good enough

Waiting, waiting, waiting Whiskey in my hand Staring out the window For one more second chance Hoping headlights Come pouring round the bend Saying baby wait Up I'm coming home I'm still all alone

I, I been gone I been gone too long singing my songs on the road. Another town, one more show and I'm coming home. Don't give a damn what these keys I hold I'm gonna knock down that front door, and I'ma find out what that house is made of. Been too many

I'm home for the summer, shoot out the lights Don't blow my cover, oh I'm free tonight I'm coming over, call all your friends Somebody hold me all the pretty girls said Shut up and kiss me all the pretty girls said All of the whiskey went to my head All

You know on every pay day She'd be standing around the landing crying You know love make you do things you don't want to do Your little trouble is coming home some day You know I had a job on the levee I had a good looking woman who lived in Hughes I had

Tell me who gon' take me off Take me off, take me off, take me off I’m coming down dripping candy on the ground Coming down dripping candy on the ground Bow down bitches, bow bow down bitches I been on, I been on, I been on You can see me stunt when you

Hail the hero coming home Honor bound from whence he roamed Fortitude and skill Call of duty all alone Lead the nation for the crown Serve the orders coming down Charge ahead with pride

Home at last Oh Angela it's a long time coming They raise you up just to cut you down When you left this town, with your windows down And the wilderness inside Let the exits pass, all the tar and glass 'Til the road and sky align The strangers in this

We can just pretend We'll make it home again From everything now I'm in the black again Not coming back again I'm in the red again No space in my head again

You know on every pay day She'd be standing around the landing crying You know love make you do things you don't want to do Your little trouble is coming home some day You know I had a job on the levee I had a good looking woman who lived in Hughes I had