Papa's Home - Widespread Panic

Papa’s hitting the road again

Takes the show cross country for hire

And the crowds come and go

Secret agents getting bigger

Mom’s holding sister in the chair

Turning pages of photographs

Warm in their memories

Falling asleep by the fire

To the highway where some new cowboys go

Drivers and drifters and rouges

And the crew’s still working

Everybody’s cracking jokes

Morning comes so easy

Sharing stories and forgetting time

Take the rest in the look in her eyes

As they go and close time

Papa’s driving past the night

He’s working his way to make it home

The old man gonna be outside

When the morning come, when the morning comes

To the highway where some old cowboys go

Drivers and drifters and rouges

Some drink here, some dance here

Hear old big boy telling jokes

Mom’s holding sister in the chair

Sharing stories and forgetting time

Warm in their memories of

Falling asleep by the fire

Papa’s he driving past the night

He’s working his way to make it home

The old man gonna lose his sight

When the morning come, when the morning comes

Papa’s coming home

Papa’s coming home

Papa coming home