Shawn Mullins - Home lyrics

The funniest girl I ever knew Had hair as orange as Halloween The bluest eyes that saw right through All the b.s. in everything She was an artist from the start And she always sang from the bottom of her heart And through her road was so long She finally made her way back home Yeah she finally made her way back home The loneliest kid I ever saw Owned and old man's callused hands Sitting barefoot in front of an dime store In a place some called the promised land He had hollow sunken eyes But he was smiling big like he'd won some kinda prize He was ragged, he was rolling like a stone In the dirty city streets that he called home Yeah the dirty city streets that he called home Hobos, tramps and troubadours Don't ride in boxcars like they did before Seems like most of heroes just ain't around no more I know I'm lucky to sing my songs And if you want to you can sing along We've been on this road so long Won't you help me find my way back home? Help me find my way back home