Goin' Home

[Verse] The closer I get to my home Lord the more I want to be there There'll be a gathering of loved ones and friends Lord you know I want to be there There'll be a mixture of teardrops and flowers crying and talking for hours 'Bout how wild that I was, and if I'd listened to them I wouldn't be there Well, there's old Charlie Toll, they threw away the mold when they made him And Jimmy McCline, it looks like the wine's finally laid him And Billie McRae, that I could beat any day in a card game And Bessie McNeal, but her tears are real, I can see pain There's a mixture of teardrops and flowers crying and talking for hours 'Bout how wild I was, and if I'd listened to them I wouldn't be there Lord thanks for ride I got a feeling inside that I know you And if you see your way, you're welcome to stay, 'cause I'm going to need you There's a mixture of teardrops and flowers crying and talking for hours 'Bout how wild that I was, and if I'd listened to them I wouldn't be there