Comin' Home

Packin' up my suitcase, my guitar's in the back

Worn out and weary, gotta get, back on the track

Springtime's approaching, the sun's shining bright

All the lovely ladies wearing their halter tops so tight

And I'm, comin' home to see your smile

Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya

Circumstances tell me, to be leavin' this town

Ten day vacation, then I turn right back around

So I hop in my truck, and I cruise down the road

Two hundred miles and I'm headed for home

And I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home, to see your smile