Jesse Winchester - The End Is Not In Sight lyrics

Smith Yes, I knew it all along that I'd have to go back home 'Cause this living on the road, ah, it makes me tired and sore Like a bird without a nest, like a stranger in the night And my soul must have its rest but the end is not in sight. Like that sweet magnolia wine, honey, dripping from your mouth And the little gal of mine, she's the finest in the South And the nights are getting longer and the days are getting colder And I wanta go back home, yeah, lay my head down on your shoulder. Yes, I knew it all along that I'd have to go back home 'Cause this living on the road, ah, it makes me tired and sore Like a bird without a nest, yeah, like a stranger in the night And my soul must have his rest but the end is not in sight And my soul must have his rest but the end is not in sight And my soul must have his rest but the end is not in sight ...