Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Welcome Home, artist - Rehab. Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Song language: English
Welcome Home |
| Welcome home |
| Where the faucets drip at night |
| Welcome home |
| Where the screen door don’t hang right |
| Welcome home |
| The only place you’ll ever fight |
| Because you love |
| Over and over again |
| Chicken on the grill; |
| hole in the wall where I got ill |
| Comin home late smellin like a still; |
| Mom waited up to get in my grill |
| I swear my dad caught me becomin a man |
| Came with the bail money; |
| did the best he can |
| A cross on the wall; |
| a bible on the table |
| Under a full moon, drinkin the black label |
| Standin on a screened-in porch that lean |
| Chiefin the good leaf; |
| feelin the breeze |
| Momma said everyday hit your knees |
| And give thanks that you’re alive |
| Oh, take it to the house |
| take it to the house; |
| take it to the |
| take it to the |
| take it to the house |
| Welcome home |
| Where the faucets drip at night |
| Welcome home |
| Where the screen door don’t hang right |
| Welcome home |
| The only place you’ll ever fight |
| Because you love |
| Over and over again |
| Think about the years |
| Troubles of the world don’t matter here |
| Talk about chevrolets over a beer |
| Don’t gotta worry about what I hear |
| Because ya know its all said in love |
| Sometimes pushin comes to shove |
| And we forgive, but we don’t forget |
| And its okay to be full of it |
| Cuz we all know who we messin with |
| Car in the yard over run by weeds |
| I remember when I used to climb that tree |
| When I was young and dumb |
| Oh |
| Oh, take it to the house |
| Take it to the house; |
| take it to the |
| Take it to the; |
| take it to the house |
| Welcome home |
| Where the faucets drip at night |
| Welcome home |
| Where the screen door don’t hang right |
| Welcome home |
| The only place you’ll ever fight |
| Because you love |
| Over and over again |
| What a beautiful day |
| Lookin back and thinkin bout the people that I’m missin |
| You can hear 'em in the breeze and the trees if ya listen |
| Some are in the ground and some are in prison |
| Now I remember momma hangin clothes on the line |
| Way back before I opened my mind |
| And got hip to the guilt, hard times, and fear |
| And I’m just damn glad to be here |
| Welcome home |
| Where the faucets drip at night |
| Welcome home |
| Where the screen door don’t hang right |
| Welcome home |
| The only place you’ll ever fight |
| Because you love |
| Over and over again |