When Jesus comes back in a cowboy hat
and turns all the water to whiskey,
maybe I'll get better at looking back.
And Laurel might just start to miss me.
I'll sing her all of my songs.
Maybe she'll sing along.
Singing come home honey,
we think you're kind of funny.
Come home honey,
it's been too darn long.
When my parents call back,
I'll explain that it was never that I didn't love them.
I'll grow the hell up
and stay for the chat
about the gumbo, the house, and my cousins.
I'll tell them about all these songs.
Maybe they'll sing along.
Singing come home honey,
we think you're kind of funny.
Come home honey,
it's been too darn long.
When
I come back
in my black and gold cap,
still a son of the Mississippi,
will the Laurel leader call,
still write about it all?
How many stars would they still give me
for all of these Jones County songs?
Maybe they'll sing along.
Singing welcome home honey,
we think you're kind of funny.
Welcome home honey,
it's been too
darn long.
Welcome home honey,
we think you're
kind of funny.
Welcome home honey,
it's been too darn long.
It's been too darn long.