David Newbould - vocals, acoustic guitar
Rose Falcon - vocals
Adlai Waxman - hammond B3 organ
Miguel Cancino - electric guitar
Zach Morse - bass
Justin Ward - pedal steel guitar
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I emptied out the left side of the closet
Went down to the hardware store and made a couple keys
Picked some yellow flowers from the garden
Follow the path of petals, you'll find everything you need
Can't promise you won't miss the sunset in Texas and cry
But I'll do my best, Baby, to wipe your eyes dry
I may go for days where my guitar takes me
That's just what I do
I may fly away on a western bound jet plane
But I'm always coming home to you
Always coming home to you
It sure is nice to see you in the morning
I got used to sleeping in the middle of the bed
It's lonely in the company of strangers
But here with you, my darling, I can finally rest my head
Can't promise you won't miss the size of the west Texas sky
But I'll take the Tennessee hills
Long as you're by my side
I may go for days where my guitar takes me
That's just what I do
I may fly away on a western bound jet plane
But I'm always coming home to you
Always coming home to you
Hang your pictures, fill the drawers
Rearrange until it feels like yours
Walk around without your clothes
Break it in and make it feel like home
This is home
I may go for days where my guitar takes me
That's just what I do
I may fly away on a western bound jet plane
But I'm always coming home to you
I may go for days where my guitar takes me
That's just what I do
I may fly away on a western bound jet plane
But I'm always coming home to you
Always coming home to you
-words and music copyright David Newbould, 10-70 Music (ASCAP), and Rose Falcon, Hope-N-Cal Music (BMI)
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