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
Now 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
Now I feel like coming home
Every waitress smile
Every airline mile
Every Wal-Mart store
Every corporate who*e
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
Now it reminds me of a quiet little town
Of a quiet little town
And I feel like coming home
Every local dive
Every j**elry 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