Lyrics Comin' Home - Merle Haggard

The old man from the mountain′s coming home, home, home
Thought I'd better warn you so I called you on the phone
Get rid of Joe, the grinder, you better be there alone
The old man from the mountain′s coming home

I've been working in the sawmill, I'm all uptight and tense
I got wind that someone′s been diggin′ under my back fence
Thought I'd better call you′ll and let you know today
That the old man from the mountain's on his way

Yeah, the old man from the mountain′s coming home, home, home
Thought I'd better warn you so I called you on the phone
Get rid of Joe, the grinder, you better be there alone
The old man from the mountain′s coming home
Wind it up, son, wind it up

I've been working my dang fool head off, all for a dollar bill
And I need a bunch of good loving so I'm comin′ down the hill
Don′t need no friendly Henry's warming up my bed
And the old man from the mountain means what he said

Yeah, the old man from the mountain′s coming home, home, home
Thought I'd better warn you so I called you on the phone
Get rid of Joe, the grinder, you better be there alone
The old man from the mountain′s coming home
Wind it up, son, one more, hit

The old man from the mountain's coming home, home, home
Thought I′d better warn you so I called you on the phone
Get rid of Joe, the grinder, you better be there alone
The old man from the mountain's coming home