Home With You

I'm rollin' up to Memphis
Tonight on the I-55,
Tryin' not to breathe the diesel fumes
On this lonesome midnight drive.
My body's fairly achin',
I got coffee in my veins,
An' my windshield wipers are losin' big
Against the hard Tennessee rains.

There ain't many people I know
Who'd pick truckin' for a life,
An' for some who do it's all in one,
Girlfriend, mistress an' wife.
An' maybe there's a love in that,
Maybe its got its charms,
But I'll get all the love I need
When I fall back in your arms.

Don't need no honky tonks,
Don't need no bar and grills
Just to have a little fun,
Don't need smoky pool halls,
Don't need the county fair
Where I'd break balloons with a gun,
An' I don't need to spend
My sweet free time
Drinkin' beers with a buddy or two,
'Cause when I see your face
All I'll wanna do
Is stay at home with you.

The pay I get ain't shabby
An' I don't gotta deal with fools,
An' my community ain't on Facebook
But on hard diner bar stools.
An' I get to see America,
An' drive all across this land,
An' that really is some riches
For this poor ol' southern man.

Still the road goes on forever
An' motel rooms can feel so small,
An' I sometimes hear folks doin' the dirty
On the other side o' the wall.
So as I go to sleep in my cabin
I know I'll feel all right
When I gaze up at your photograph
Bathed in the neon twilight.

Don't need no rodeos,
Don't need no fishin' holes
To keep me occupied,
Don't need no bowlin' lanes,
Don't need no football games
To make me feel so satisfied,
Because oh, my God,
I'd be so hard put
To find another woman so true.
It's gonna be alright,
Just hold on one more night,
Then I'll be home with you.

Yeah, gonna give you all
Of my good lovin', baby,
When I come home to you.


DB/6.2018