The Briar Fields: Coming Home Blues

Coming Home Blues


Well, you know what I need
You know what I can do
You know what desperation’s bound to bring me to
But baby, it’s you…
That I’m a-coming home to
That I’m a-coming home to

My little blue, blue jay
You just a-say what you may
Cause I’ll still be going where I’m going anyway
But baby, it’s you…
That I’m a-coming home to
That I’m a-coming home to
Yeah baby, it’s you…
That I’m a-coming home to
That I’m a-coming home to

Holes in your pockets
And pretty patches too
Still every dime I send you it just falls right through
But baby, it’s you…
Oh baby, baby, baby only you
Only you
Yeah baby, it’s you…
That I’m a-coming home to
That I’m a-coming home to

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My grandfather’s watch
Like a ball and chain
Time’s coming down on me like the pouring rain
But baby, it’s you…
That I’m a-coming home to
That I’m a-coming home to
Yeah baby, it’s you…
That I’m a-coming home to
That I’m a-coming home to

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Peeking through the blinds
Cause I cannot sleep
Slow cruising black and white going down the street
But baby, it’s you…
That I’m a-coming home to
That I’m a-coming home to
Yeah baby, it’s you…
That I’m a-coming home to
That I’m a-coming home to
That I’m a-coming home to…