paroles de chanson The Coming Home of the Son & Brother (Live) - Robert Earl Keen

Time for the singer, time for the singer boy
To make his way back home
A prodigal, I've been distressed
This lonely child can't make it on his own
I've been traveling states away
I've been playing in a bluegrass band
Now it's the coming home
Of the son and brother again
Time has slipped away
I don't know if I can play another tune
They want me to build single-handed
A road up to the moon
They only pay me nickles and dimes
In a game that I can never win
So it's the coming home
Of the son and brother again
It's been a long, long time
Since I've seen all of my family and friends
I want to hear them tell their stories
Tell 'em all about the places I have been
So open all your doors up wide
Invite all the neighbors in
For the coming home
Of the son and brother again
So open all your doors up wide
Invite all the neighbors in
For the coming home
Of the son and brother again
The coming home
Of the son and brother again