Homecoming – Cal Smith – letras

I guess I should have written dad to let you know that I was coming homeI’ve been gone so many years I didn’t realize you had a phoneI saw your cattle comin’ in and boy they’re looking mighty fat and sleekI saw Fred at the service station he told me that his wife was awful sickYou heard my record on the radio oh well it’s just another songI’ve got a hit recorded it’ll be out on the market for too longI got this ring in Mexico and know it didn’t cost me quite a bunchWhen you’re in the business that I’m in the people call it puttin’ up a frontI know I’ve lost a little weight I guess I am looking kinda paleIf you didn’t know me better dad you’d think that I just gotten out of jailWe don’t call ’em beer joints night clubs are the places where I workYou meet a lotta people there but no there ain’t much chance of gettin’ hurtI’m sorry that I couldn’t be here with you all when mama passed awayBut I was on the tour and when they came and told me it was just too lateI drove by her grave to see her boy that really is a pretty stoneI’m glad that Fred and Jeanne are here it’s better than you being here aloneI knew you’s gonna ask me who the lady is that’s sleeping in the carThat’s just the girl who works for me and man she plays a pretty mean guitarWe worked in San Antone last night she didn’t even take the time to dressShe drove me down from Nashville and to tell the truth I guess she needs the restWell dad I’ve gotta go we got a dance to work in Cartersville tonightLet me take your number down I’ll call you and I promise you I’ll writeNow you be good and don’t be chasin’ all those pretty women that you knowAnd by the way if you see Barbara Walker tell her that I said hello