Stockholm - Jason Isbell

I’ve heard love songs make a Georgia man cry

On the shoulder of somebody’s Saturday night

Read the good book, studied it too

But nothing prepared me for living with you

Lock me up tight in these shackles I wear

Tied up the keys in the folds of your hair

And the difference with me is I used to not care

Stockholm, let me go home

Once a wise man to the ways of the world

Now I’ve traded those lessons for faith in a girl

Crossed the ocean, thousand years from my home

In this frozen old city of silver and stone

Ships in the harbor and birds on the bluff

Don’t move an inch when their anchor goes up

And the difference with me is I’ve fallen in love

Stockholm, let me go home

Let me go home

And the night so long

I used to pray for the daylight to come

Folks back home surely have called off the search

And gone back to their own

Ships in the harbor and birds on the bluff

Don’t move an inch when their anchor goes up

And the difference with me is I’ve fallen in love

Stockholm, let me go home

Let me go

Let me go home