Oh Momma, my shoes don't fit And it's hard to keep this candle lit Oh Momma, my clothes are torn And I ain't got blanket to keep me warm Let me come home Let me come home Let me come home I'm cold and I'm alone Oh Papa, taught me to be strong But Papa, this world's gone wrong Papa, sorry for what I done And I know I ain't good enough to be your son Let me come home Let me come home Let me come home I'm cold and I'm alone My brother, I know that I stole her But brother, you did not own her And brother, you were a friend of mine And I thought you'd be with me on the firing line Let me come home Let me come home Let me come home I'm cold and I'm alone Oh my sister, your grave stands still Under the wall of High Cannon Hill My sister, I go back to that place Where we hid from our troubles and the whole human race Let me come home Let me come home Let me come home I got flowers to bring
Fucking Rad- come to Ann Arbor, you guys can stay at our farmhouse and jam in our woods for a week or so.... think about it! Just a pack of guys from the northern woods of michigan drinking beer and jamming and they love you... not stalker shit, just good music
When you know, you know.
You know?
These guys know.
God, every song.
Staggering!
These guys are the real deal. No bull crap or editing. Especially these down and dirty videos. Lovin' iiiiiit
This is music you can love until the end of time
Love these guys and always brilliant
Great indeed
Thanks for this song guys, i love your music because you know how to touch the heart.
What a hearty down-to-earth decent unadulterated ingenious music!
Oh Momma, my shoes don't fit
And it's hard to keep this candle lit
Oh Momma, my clothes are torn
And I ain't got blanket to keep me warm
Let me come home
Let me come home
Let me come home
I'm cold and I'm alone
Oh Papa, taught me to be strong
But Papa, this world's gone wrong
Papa, sorry for what I done
And I know I ain't good enough to be your son
Let me come home
Let me come home
Let me come home
I'm cold and I'm alone
My brother, I know that I stole her
But brother, you did not own her
And brother, you were a friend of mine
And I thought you'd be with me on the firing line
Let me come home
Let me come home
Let me come home
I'm cold and I'm alone
Oh my sister, your grave stands still
Under the wall of High Cannon Hill
My sister, I go back to that place
Where we hid from our troubles and the whole human race
Let me come home
Let me come home
Let me come home
I got flowers to bring
Real cool concept and raw as, as raw is, as Bubba Gump says!!! Something like that...
you should check out "black cab sesions 28 felice brothers" the most hauntingly brilliant piece of down dirty ever.
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buena musica,al estilo bob dilan.saludos desde paraguay.
Whatsup Rolling Stone Sessions? No windscreens?
fucking brilliant
Cowboys Became Folk Heroes
Fucking Rad- come to Ann Arbor, you guys can stay at our farmhouse and jam in our woods for a week or so.... think about it! Just a pack of guys from the northern woods of michigan drinking beer and jamming and they love you... not stalker shit, just good music