(Craig Wiseman/James Dean Hicks)
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Mamma's tears fell so easy
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Daddy's handshake was strong
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Then I climbed aboard that Greyhound
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Eighteen and glad to be gone
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Took a rented room on broadway
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As I unpacked everything I owed
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I found a note my mamma left me
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With a Bible and a bus ticket home (It said)
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One will get you where you're going
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When you haven't got a prayer
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And one will bring you back son
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If you're dreams ain't waiting there
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You're out on your own now
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We won't be there to fall back on
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But you know we're never farther
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Than a Bible and a bus ticket home.
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The years have come and gone and taken
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The only things in life I ever counted on
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But I'm going back tomorrow
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To lay flowers on their stone.
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I can almost hear my mamma calling
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Saying son come back where you belong
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You've got all you need to get here
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A Bible and a bus ticket home
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One will get you where you're going
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When you haven't got a prayer
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And one will bring you back son
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If you're dreams ain't waiting there
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You're out on your own now
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We won't be there to fall back on
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But you know we're never farther
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Than a Bible and a bus ticket home.
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A Bible and A Bus Ticket Home
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| Collin Raye |
