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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chatham Rabbits
Chatham Rabbits
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Austin Paul McCombie
Austin Paul McCombie
Songwriter

Lyrics

Was the radio too loud for you?
Was it the lonely barren country to you?
Pastures and fields of green
Was it just me?
You hated that we ate with our hands
Damned if I thought that this was the promised land
That I built this house too small
Does it feel empty 'cause I lost it all
The wind blows, whispers your name
The dog sits on the porch, howling out your name
And I lay awake at night, screaming out your name
Come home
Come home
Come home
Come home
Come home
Come home
The city streets are cold without you on my arm
I miss you like hell but I don't miss that farm
I can't breathe out there on that land
But I know I'll never find myself another man
The wind blows, whispers your name
The dog sits on the porch, howling out your name
And I lay awake at night, screaming out your name
Come home
Come home
Come home
Come home
Come home
Come home
Written by: Austin Paul McCombie
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