Where the flock flies in as the mandolin
Plays a beat down hymn that's in your daddy's blood
It's duck season and his browning is frozen in the Rogers County mud
Yeah, it ain't been shot since she got caught with cancer growing down her lungs
But you'll always got these times to get you by when times were low
Like the time you saw a firework bounce off the dirt and explode
Yeah, you can still come home
The back-shop light stays on
The beer's always ice cold
Yeah, you can still come home
When you're down bad in a taxi
Can't make it home when you head to some drunker crowd in New Jersey
Christmas even long when your chemicals are low
Got your father and your sister in the band all worried
'Cause you can't play your rhythm like you used to
You miss it on the one-two kick sounds great
But you'll always have these times to get you by when times were low
Like that time you saw the springtime make crickets out my winter snow
Hey, you can still come home
The back-shop light stays on
And even though they're gone
Yeah, you can still come home
Well the flock flies in while the violin
Plays the same old hymn that's in your mama's blood
His duck sees him, the tree's so thin
The Moon's seepin' on Rogers County mud
But you'll always got these times to get you by when times were low
Like the time you saw a firework bounce off the dirt and explode
Yeah, you can still come home
The back-shop light stays on
And even though you're gone
Yeah, you can still come home
You can still come home
You can still come home