Big spliff in the morning over coffee,
bang on those bongos want to play.
I got this rythm in my head
I’ll be singing all day.
My baby up and left me
now I am far from alone.
Someone is singing harmony.
it’s good to be back home.
it’s good to be back home.
Gather round the end of August,
gather round my summer thieves.
All the trees are pointing fingers
as the little sparrow leaves.
Time to gather wood rekindling
every fire ever known.
Grab some to keep you company
it’s good to be back home.
Everybody this is fun for me.
I could go on and on.
Way up higher than the highest tree-
that, my friends, is where I’m from.
I love every string that’s on my guitar.
I love every song I’ve ever Known.
There’s been times they wouldn’t come to me.
it’s good to be back home.