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 growing down her lungs

But you'll always got 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 taxi, can't make it home

You head to some drunker crowd in New Jersey

Christmas Eve alone when your chemicals are low

Got your father and your sister and the band all worried

'Cause you can't play your rhythm like you used to

You miss it on the one-two and kick sounds hurried

But you'll always have these times

To get you by when times are low

Like that time you saw the springtime

Make cricks out of winter snow

Hey, you can still come home

The back shop light stays on

And even though they're gone

Yeah, you can still come home

Well the flock flies in while the violin plays

The same old hymn that's in your mama's blood

His duck sees him, the 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 the time you saw a 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

You can still come home

You can still come home