Homecoming - David Houston

To let you know that I was coming home

I’ve been gone so many years

I didn’t realize you had a phone

I saw your cattle coming in

Boy they’re looking mighty fat and slick

I saw Fred at the service station

Told me that his wife is awful sick

You heard my record on the radio

Oh, well it’s just another song

But I’ve got a hit recorded

And it’ll be out on the market 'fore too long

I got this ring in Mexico

No, it didn’t cost me quite a bunch

When you’re in the business that I’m in

The people call it puttin' up a front

I know I’ve lost a little weight

I guess I am looking kind of pale

If you didn’t know me better, dad

You’d think that I’d just gotten out of jail

No, we don’t ever call them beer joints

Night clubs are the places that I work

You meet a lot of people there, but no

There ain’t much chance of gettin' hurt

I’m sorry that I couldn’t be there with you

All when momma passed away

I was on the road and when they came

And told me it was just too late

I drove by the grave to see her, boy

That really is a pretty stone

I’m glad that Fred and Jan are here

It’s better than you being here alone

Well I knew you’s gonna ask me

Who the lady is that’s sleeping in the car

That’s just a girl who works for me

And, man, she plays a pretty mean guitar

We worked in San Antone last night

She didn’t even have the time to dress

She drove me down from Nashville and

To tell the truth I guess she needs the rest

Well, dad, I gotta go

We got a dance to work in Cartersville tonight

Let me take your number down

I’ll call you, and I promise you I’ll write

Now you be good and don’t be chasin'

All those pretty women that you know

And by the way if you see barbara walker

Tell her that I said «hello.»