Widespread Panic Papa's Home lyrics

Papa's hitting the road again
Takes the show cross country for hire
And as the crowds come and go
Secret agents getting bigger

Mom's holding sister in the chair
Turning pages of photographs
Warm in their memories
Falling asleep by the fire

To the highway where some new cowboys go
Drivers and drifters and rouges
Oh, and a crew's still working
Everybody's cracking jokes

Morning comes so easy
Sharing stories and forgetting time
Take the rest in the look in her eyes
As they go and close time

Oh, Papa's, well, he's driving past the night
And he's working his way to make it home
Oh, the old man gonna be a sight

When the morning come, oh, when the morning comes

To the highway where some old cowboys go
Drivers and drifters and rouges
Well, some drink here, some dance here
Oh, old big boy telling jokes

Mom's holding sister in the chair
Sharing stories and forgetting time
Warm in their memories
Falling asleep by the fire

Papa's he driving past the night
He's working his way to make it home
The old man he's gonna be a sight, yeah
When the morning come, when the morning comes

Papa coming home
Papa coming home
Papa coming home