Home - Marc Broussard

Rolling down the road

Going no where

Guitar packed in the trunk

Somewhere round mile marker 112

Papa started hummin the funk

I gotta jones in my bones before we know

We were singing this melody

Stop the car pulled out the guitar

Halfway to New Orleans

Said take me home

Take me home

Could feel the sun about to rise

When I realized we had nothing to fear

It’s just me and my daddy and a kid named Cope

Making music that nobody would hear

And then the sun let up and it split the night

Spilling over our jubilee

Ten thousand cars by the side of the road

Grooving far as the eye can see

Said take me home

Take me home

Said take me home

Said take me home

This greyhound is delta bound mama

Baby boy done finally found

Said this greyhound is delta bound mama

Baby boy done finally found his way home

Said take me home

Hot damn you should have felt the groove

Like I was swimming in a sea of soul

The sun was rising and the day was hot

And we was all about to lose control

My daddy turned his face up towards the sky

And I knew that there was nothing to lose

I felt the crowd breathe in and I closed my eyes

And we disappeared into the groove

Said take me home

Said take me home

Take me home

Said take me home

Straight from the water

Straight from the water children

You don’t know nothing about this

Take me home

Said take me home