Coming Home was born from a simple riff I liked to play on the acoustic. It’s me channeling Lightning Hopkins or Hubert Sumlin. Keep it simple yet expressive. A note to a brother or a friend telling them to pull their head out of their ass and come back home where people care about you. Sometimes we go on adventures and lose sight of what can really make us happy. I went for that classic old 1950’s plucked sound- I have been playing a lot of guitar with just my fingers lately (put that pic down!). Most of the song worked like that, however I did grab one for the second half of the solo… oh well…
Lyrics
Coming Home
Hey Mr. Outlaw
Out blazing trails
Wearing cool like a brand new coat
Mister tough as nails
You’ve been running, running
Run until you fell
Run out of luck
On the south side of hell
Left your home, left your soul
Left it back in Laredo
Blew like a tumbleweed
All across Mexico
At the end of the trail
As far as you could go
Now pack your bags
It’s time to roll
Coming back to your home
Back where you, you belong
Coming back to your home
Like a favorite song yeah
Once you got away
You realize
Grass was always greener
From the other side
Never mind the journey
Or the march of time
There in your back yard
Paradise yeah
Coming back to your home
Back where you, you belong
Coming back to your home
Like a favorite song yeah
Coming back to your home
Back where you, you belong
Coming back to your home
Like a favorite song yeah