Piece of Home

He was 10 foot tall with 20 foot shadow
Looked like leather and smelled like tobacco
He’d ask me to hand him a socket wrench
Or dip in the bag, and get him a pinch
Of that red man gold, then crack him coke
He’d swaller it down and tell me a joke
About something or someone walking in a bar
Sometimes the good old days, creep up on me when I’m lonely
When I’m on the road, far from my home, the place where I raised
But then half a mile outside Salinas, heading down for a show in phoenix
There’s a truck stop man, with a coke in his hand, telling my dad’s joke
I get a little piece of mind, anytime, I can find… a little piece of home
She was only 21 when she had me
By the time I was born my brother was 3
Had her hands full, but she taught me to read
And put every band aid on my knee
Well, I still remember the way it taste
Licking the beaters when she made cake
And I ain’t afraid, or ashamed to say I’m a momma’s boy
Sometimes the good old days, creep up on me when I’m lonely
When I’m on the road, far from my home, the place where I was raised
A small diner outside Chicago, if I got time, that’s where I go
I swear they make, chocolate cake, like my mamma’s own
I get little piece of mind, anytime, I can find… a little piece of home
Home, I couldn’t wait to leave it
Gone, I couldn’t wait to see my
Own, dreams comes true
But no matter what I do
Sometimes the good old days, creep up on me when I finally
Get off the road, head for home, to the place where I raised
It feels just like yesterday, rusty mailbox, gravel driveway
I miss that sound, I miss this town, I’m turning off my phone
To get a little piece of mind, man, it’s time, I find… a little piece of home.