Made wigs and beards
Like someday I'd grow...
and Ohhhh.

Oh, rosebush, oh, rosebush

My grandaddy's work.
Been dug up...thrown out.
Just weeds on the dirt.

BACK HERE AFTER YEARS.

Once brought home a WOMAN.
Now she's sent me back.
Just here for a visit.
Won't even unpack.

Til Dad says, oh, Dad says
let's throw around the ball.
I'd love just to chat, Dad,
This glove is too small...and ohh.

So each time, oh, each time
That I come back home,
Feels more like my folks' house
And I'm more alone.

BACK HERE AFTER YEARS