Where the flock flies in
as the mandolin plays
a beat-down hymn
that's in your daddy's blood
It's duck season
and his Browning
is frozen in that
Rogers County mud
It ain't been shot
since she got caught
with cancer growing
down her lungs
But you always
got these times
to get you by
when times are low
Like that time
you saw a firework
bounce off the dirt
and explode
Yeah you can still come home
The back-shop light stays on
The beer's always ice-cold
Yeah you can still come home
When you're down bad
in a taxi cab
you gave all you had
to some drunker crowd
in Jersey
Christmas Eve alone
when your chemicals are low
Got your father
and your sister
and the band all worried
'Cause you can't play
your rhythm like you used to
Miss it on the one-two
and kick sounds hurried
But you'll always
have these times
to get you by
when times are low
Like that time
you saw the springtime
make cricks out
of winter snow
Hey you can still come home
The back-shop light stays on
And even though they're gone
yeah you can still come home
Well the flock flies in
while the violin plays
the same old hymn
that's in your mama's blood
It's duck season
with trees so thin
the moon's seepin'
on Rogers County mud
But you always
got these times
to get you by
when times are low
Like the time
you saw a firework
bounce off the dirt
and explode
Yeah you can still come home
The back-shop light stays on
And even though you're grown
yeah you can still come home
you can still come home
you can still come home