It's been a long while since I've been home
watched my child grow thru the eyes of a telephone
thru the eyes of a telephone
ow I feel like coming home
thought I was walking the line guess I was running away
desk clerk at the motel won't give me the time of day
won't give me the time of day
ow I feel like coming home
every waitress smile
every airline mile
every Wal-Mart store
every corporate whore
every taxi cab
every factory scab
every traffic jam
reminds me who I am
and I feel like coming home
listening to Dylan used to bring me down
ow it reminds me of a quiet little town
of a quiet little town
and I feel like coming home
every local dive
every jewelry hive
every shot I hear
every hopeless tear
every well dressed crook
every hand I shook
every grain of sand
reminds me who I am
and I feel like coming home
Gonna wade right in that river and wash away my sins
small towns they just smile and say "˜boy where you been'
they say "˜boy just where you been'
well now I'm coming home