One last call and I’m feeling drunk again
I’ve got this old guitar and some skinny cigarette
Not quite sure just exactly where I am But tomorrow I’ll be home and it won’t matter where I’ve been
When the sun comes up in the morning
I’ll be well on my way home
Darling, now’s the time to dry your eyes
I’ll be holding you in the morning light
These days that I’ve been gone are the longest that I’ve seen
From Austin to LA and everywhere between
But don’t you worry, baby, I’ll be coming home again
I’ll be walking up your road, I’ll be holding out my hand
When the sun comes up in the morning
I’ll be well on my way home
Darling, now’s the time to dry your eyes
I’ll be holding you in the morning light
I’ll be holding on to you in the morning light