Soundtracks - In The Kitchen by White Dave lyrics

I hope this letter finds you Wherever you may be Cause I mailed some awhile back And they were all returned to me Ain't nothin' I can tell you bout the hometown Everything changes, but nothing's new Just Sunday night at the kitchen table Finishin' a beer and thinkin' of you And I still work the same job Just live with my mom for free Cause ever since the old man pa**ed on It just got harder to leave Well, I heard a rumor that you got married Though you swore that you never would I guess you finally got your own kids now You ever tell em bout the old neighborhood? Like the time we stole your dad's car Drove all night down Imperial Highway You kept sayin', "Maybe we should turn around" And I said, "It don't take much to get away" But I still work the same job Just live with my mom for free Cause ever since the old man pa**ed on It just got harder to leave Guess that's all that I've got to tell you I guess things turned out how they're meant to be I just hope that this letter finds you But until then I'll just keep it with me And I still work the same job Just live with my mom for free Cause ever since the old man pa**ed on It just got harder to leave