I'm a Welder - Daniel Norgren

It’s springtime but I haven’t seen the sun

To see the sun ain’t what I signed

You said I could get what I ain’t got

Back home, home where I’m bound

Back home, where I’m bound

I’m a welder in a foreign land

I’m working hard days and nights

My head is worn out from longing

Back home, home where I’m bound

Back home, where I’m bound

I’ve been here three years and a half now

I still don’t even own the clothes on my back

Well, I guess I could abide if it wasn’t for my family

Back home, home where I’m bound

Back home, where I’m bound

Where there’s music and crickets in my ears all night

She said she likes what she sees, though I’m quite ugly and not much of a dancer

Where the moon is like a big old lamp and the liquor comes from the woods

Home, home where I’m bound

Back home, where I’m bound

Back home, home where I’m bound

Back home, where I’m bound