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Time for the singer
Time for the singer boy to make his way home
A prodigal Ive been distressed
This lonely child cant make it on his own
Ive been traveling states away
Ive been playing in a bluegrass band
Now its the coming home
Of the son and brother again
Time has slipped away
I dont know if I can play another tune
They want me to build single handed
A road up to the moon
They only pay me nickels and dimes
In a game that I can never win
So its the coming home
Of the son and brother again
Its been a long long time
Since Ive seen all of my family and friends
I want to hear them tell their stories
Tell em all about the places I have been
So open all your doors up wide
Invite all the neighbors in
For the coming home
Of the son and brother again