"Papa's Home" as written by and Michael N. Houser S. Ortiz....
Papa's hitting the road again
Takes the show cross-country for hire
And 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
And the 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

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

To the highway where some old cowboys go
Drivers and drifters and rouges
Some drink here, some dance here
Hear old big boy telling jokes
Mom's holding sister in the chair
Sharing stories and forgetting time
Warm in their memories of
Falling asleep by the fire

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

Papa coming home


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"Papa's Home" as written by Domingo Ortiz David A. Schools

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    General CommentSome had to add these (original lyrics):
    Guess I'll do it.

    Papa's Home (Christmas lyrics)
    Transcribed by: Scott Holcomb

    Papa's hittin' the road again
    Takes his show cross-ountry for hire.
    As the snow keeps fallin' down,
    Frosty's gettin' bigger,
    Mom's holding sister by the fire
    Turning pages of photographs.
    Warming their memories of Christmas past by the fire.

    To the North Pole where some young wishes go,
    Santa's bride mends his coat, keeps him warm.
    And the elves are very handy,
    They're always crackin' jokes,
    But no one makes her laugh so easy,
    Tellin' stories and forgettin' time.
    Take a look at the rest in her eyes
    And never grow tired.

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

    Papa's hittin' the roof again
    Hanging stars with a hammer and wire.
    As the snow keeps fallin' down,
    Frosty's gettin' fatter,
    Mom's holding sister by the fire
    Turning pages of photographs.
    Warming their memories and falling asleep by the fire.

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

    Papa coming home...


    I'd would love to hear Mitch Cumstein's interpretation, but I guess he's off night putting.... If you're a Panic fan, do yourself a favor and browse these songs for his posts, they are Hi-larious!
    [see alternate Papa Johnny Road verse to start]
    nattybumppon June 05, 2006   Link

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