Dustin Huff - Comin' Back Home lyrics

I'm runnin' tired, wearin' thin I'm wearin' clothes that don't fit in It's a never endin' week long laundry list Stop and go, goin' crazy Overtime, underpaid And maybe I ain't made for this Traffic, sirens, city lights Pay to park every night It's hard to find the stars around here This world I'm in is spinnin' so fast Makes me wish that I was back On a front porch sittin' Guitar pickin' Shootin' sh** k**in' time Bonfire burnin' Pappy's slurrin' Take your turn and pa** the shine Bout to spend a long weekend Where I belong 'cause damn I've been Gone just a little to long But I'm comin' back home Well I'm payin' bills, payin' dues I feel like I could play the blues Well maybe not, but you know what I mean It ain't nice, sure ain't clean This one bedroom on Easy Street The rent's cheap, but the gra** ain't so green Act the part when in Rome All these folks stay on the phone But somehow, they're still hard to reach Of all the places on the map Only one takes me back On a front porch sittin' Guitar pickin' Shootin' sh** k**in' time Bonfire burnin' Pappy's slurrin' Take your turn and pa** the shine Bout to spend a long weekend Where I belong 'cause damn I've been Gone just a little to long But I'm comin' back home Mama's in the kitchen dancin' and cookin' Daddy's on the Gibson singin' "Hey Good Lookin'" We're all front porch sittin' Guitar pickin' Shootin' sh** k**in' time Bonfire burnin' Pappy's slurrin' Take your turn and pa** the shine Bout to spend a long weekend Where I belong 'cause damn I've been Gone just a little to long (I've been gone) Well I've been gone just a little too long But I'm comin' back home I'm comin' back home Yeah, I'm comin back home