From Good Homes Comin` On Home Lyrics

Comin` On Home Lyrics

tommy conroy, friend of
mine said
                                               "I ain't a dog and I
ain't gonna take it!"
                                                   so he got himself a
van, a vw
                                             loaded on his clothes and
his pots and pans
                                                   and he set out on the
highway
                                               to California, up the
al-can into Alaska
                                                spotted a piece of land
on the coast
                                          said "i'm gonna make a livin
workin on a fishin boat"
                                                 six months later the
boat went bye
                                               left him sittin on the
beach high and dry
                                                he headed back out on
the highway
                                                 comin home, his pockets
all empty
                                                   and his tail between
his legs!
                                                 sherri moran, a friend
of mine said
                                               "I ain't a dog and I
ain't gonna take it!"
                                                    So she headed out
west
                                             out to Utah, got a loan to
open up a bakery
                                                 six months later the
loan went dry
                                                 bakery closed she said
"bye bye!"
                                                 headed back out on the
highway
                                                  comin home, pockets
all empty
                                                   and her tail between
her legs!
                                                     They're comin on
home
                                                        comin on home
                                                   what is it, tell me
why do we
                                                     get a notion down
inside
                                                      gonna head out
west
                                                 strike gold, get rich,
story all told
                                                    well the sun rises,
sun sets
                                                     tell me what to
expect
                                                     is it a dream gone
old?
                                               A river run dry? i'm
watchin it leavin em
                                                        sayin bye,
bye...
                                                      And comin on home
                                                        comin on home