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Well now Gstage right enter DJimmy, just a Gcounterfeit James DDean with a Gpocket full of Ddelta blues and Acheap amphetamine Her Gfeet up on the Ddashboard like a Gburned out Betty DPaige Aw Gshe might have been Dpretty if Ashe was half her age But toGgether they were Dsomething, just Gclosing down the Dbars Headed Gdown to Okie DCity in a Aslightly stolen Dcar
The folks were decent people, they didn't like they're kind When the car pulled in the driveway the were staring through the blinds The preacher in the kitchen, he's eatin apple pie Oh momma's in the bedroom she couldn't help but cry Oh and daddy looked so natural like he'd just gone to sleep And the preacher looked through Jimmy and prayed his soul to keep Chorus:
It's Gcoming Dhome, Acoming Dhome Ain't Gnothing like a Dfamily to make you Afeel so damned alone You Gshould've brought Dflowers, should've Agot daddy's Dgun GAint nobody Dwaiting on the Aprodigal Gson D
Well they pulled out into traffic, moved in behind the hearse And that awful empty feeling, well it went from bad to worse The preacher read some scripture and they put him in the ground Aw then everybody loaded up and headed back to town But Jimmy got his whiskey out once everyone was gone Felt he should've said something staring down at the stone Chorus Well the menfolk folded tables and the ladies cleaned the plates And the cousins asked about the car locked behind the gate Jimmy knew his daddy's .38, was in that trunk buried deep And it would find its rightful owner once his momma was asleep. And Jimmy looked at momma, momma just looked down She said why's it take a funeral, boy to bring you back to town