Goin' Home

Lyrics for Goin' Home

The closer I get to my home, Lord The more I wanna be there There'll be a gatherin' of loved ones and friends Lord, you know I wanna be there There'll be a mixture of teardrops and flowers Cryin' and talkin' for hours 'Bout how wild that I was And if I'd listened to them, I wouldn't be there Well, there's old Charlie Toll They threw away the mold when they made him And Jimmy McCline It looks like the wine's finally laid him And Billie McRae That I could any day in a card game And Bessie McNeal But her tears are real, I can see pain There's a mixture of teardrops and flowers Cryin' and talkin' for hours 'Bout how wild that I was And if I'd listened to them, I wouldn't be there Lord, thanks for the ride I got a feelin' inside that I know you And if you see your way, you're welcome to stay 'Cause I'm gonna need you There's a mixture of teardrops and flowers Cryin' and talkin' for hours 'Bout how wild that I was And if I'd listened to them, I wouldn't be there