Song Description
Reminiscences of smalltown living and smalltown identity from a narrator who has left there long ago. As they cope with the hang- ups of the big city, they dredge up bittersweet memories of love, life, loss, joy and sorrow.
| Song Length |
3:10 |
Genre |
Country - Alternative, Rock - Classic |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Serene, Poignant |
Subject |
Loneliness, Home |
| Similar Artists |
Bob Dylan, Neil Young |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Flies are buzzing in the kitchen
Screen door?s hanging off its hinge
Pile of bricks under the Chevy
Where the wheels should?ve been
My Dad?s drinking whiskey he?s got more whiskey in the fridge
Says if this ain?t living then I don?t know what is
You can tell he?s drunk when he gets like this you know
He starts singing Johnny Cash and he thinks that he?s Rocky Marciano and
Chorus:
Baby, it?s a long way home
Baby, it?s a long way home
Baby, it?s a long way home
Baby, it?s a long way home
I came to the city and they kicked me to the ground
Said we don?t like your style here and you?re carrying too much hatred around
Must?ve grown up hungry and gotten in a lot of fights
And scars like that ain?t gonna just heal over night
My Jesus your love and gracious mercy
Tonight I?m sorry I can?t see
Can?t hold a job that don?t pay me shit
They tell me I should be grateful and I just think ah, fuck it
Chorus:
Baby, it?s a long way home
Baby, it?s a long way home
Baby, it?s a long way home
Baby, it?s a long way home