Jesus at the table in the early morning,
Dad, Iâve been thinking I got to get born.
Got to mean something heavy to somebody somewhere.
I donât know who I am but I canât stay here.
I didnât mean to stand up, I didnât mean to daydream.
I didnât want to hear it calling my name.
Regular life donât suit me at all.
I gotta get going, Iâm still not home.
I try so hard and Iâm still not home.
Robert Johnson was trembling, calling for help
At the edge of the field talking to himself.
Not a woman, not a dollar, not even his soul
Feels as good in his hands as that old guitar.
He say, Nobody sees how desperate Iâm torn.
Feel like Iâm crazy the way that Iâm going.
Donât know if itâs from up high or way down low.
I try so hard, Iâm still not home.
I gotta get going, Iâm still not home.
You know that acheâs grown so familiar.
How many times I got to shoo it from my door,
Putting the shine on the far side of the river,
Come round to bruise me up a little bit more,
Come round to bruise me up just a little bit more.
One day, Iâm gonna light like a season of green.
My heart is gonna run like a flying machine.
Lipstick and a nickel in the pocket of my coat.
I wonât even care if I never come back.
All the windows open and the wind like wheels.
Nobody can tell you the way that it feels.
Lord, if you could see the way Iâm gonna soar.
I gotta get going, Iâm still not home.
I best be going, Iâm still not home.
I try so hard, Iâm still not home.
I gotta get going, Iâm still not home.
- :
- Stitch Of The World
- Traveling Alone
- Another Country
- Buckingham Solo
- Miscellaneous
- See You On The Moon
- Buckingham Solo (Live)
- I Am What I Am
- Night
- Traveling Companion
- Sweet Spot
- To Myself
- Traveling Alone (Bonus Track Version)
- Traveling Alone (Deluxe Edition)
- Essentials of Americana
- To Myself - Single
- Sweet Spot - EP
- Live at the NIGHT: Volume 5
- Tambourine
- This is Americana