Where the flock flies in as the mandolin plays
A beat-down hymn that's in your daddy's blood
It's duck season, and his Browning
Is frozen in that Rogers County mud
It ain't been shot since she got caught
With cancer growin' down her lungs

But you'll always have these times
To get you by when times are low
Like that time you saw a firework
Bounce off the dirt and explode

Yeah, you can still come home
The back shop light stays on
The beer's always ice-cold
Yeah, you can still come home

When you're down bad in a taxicab
You gave all you had to some drunken crowd in Jеrsey
Christmas Eve alone 'causе your chemicals are low
Got your father and your sister and the band all worried
'Cause you can't play rhythm like you used to
You miss it on the one-two and kick sounds hurried

But you'll always have these times
To float you by when times are low
Like that time you saw the springtime
Make cricks out of winter snow

Yeah, you can still come home
The back shop light stays on
And even though she's gone
Yeah, you can still come home

Well, the flock flies in as the violin plays
The same old hymn that's in your mama's blood
It's duck season with tree's so thin
The moon's seepin' on Rogers County mud

But you'll always got these times
To get you by when times are low
Like that time you saw that firework
Bounce off the dirt and explode

Yeah, you can still come home
The back shop light stays on
And even though you're grown
Yeah, you can still come home

Yeah, you can still come home
Yeah, you can still come home