Widespread Panic - Papa's Home Lyrics
Transcribed by: Brian Whitman Papa's hitting the road againTakes the show cross country for hireAnd the crowds come and goSecret agents getting biggerMom's holding sister in the chairTurning pages of photographsWarm in their memoriesFalling asleep by the fireTo the highway where some new cowboys goDrivers and drifters and rougesAnd the crew's still workingEverybody's cracking jokesMorning comes so easySharing stories and forgetting timeTake the rest in the look in her eyesAs they go and close timePapa's driving past the nightHe's working his way to make it homeThe old man gonna be outsideWhen the morning come, when the morning comesTo the highway where some old cowboys goDrivers and drifters and rougesSome drink here, some dance hereHear old big boy telling jokesMom's holding sister in the chairSharing stories and forgetting timeWarm in their memories ofFalling asleep by the firePapa's he driving past the nightHe's working his way to make it homeThe old man gonna lose his sightWhen the morning come, when the morning comesPapa's coming homePapa's coming homePapa coming home
