paroles de chanson The Coming Home of the Son and Brother - Robert Earl Keen

Time for the singer
Time for the singer boy to make his way 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 nickels 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