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Papa's Home Lyrics
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...
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
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
He's working his way to make it home
The old man gonna be a sight
When the morning come, when the morning comes
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
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
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Some 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]