Spending the day
Oh, I whittle away
For the change in my pocket
I think of her there
With the sun in her hair
But my loves in my pocket
The world keeps on changing and I'm tired of waiting for love
I see that you have, just share and I'll grab it, your love...
And bring it on home
You're coming home
Bring it on home
You're coming home
Oh, I have once had it but I've lost the habit of love
My only friends whiskey 'for others have missed me and my love
The world is still changing and I'm tired of waiting for love
I see that you have it, just share and I'll grab it, your love...
And it bring it on home
You're coming home
Bring it on home
You're coming home
