Just like Merle Haggard Said (Sing Me Back Home) by John Flynn

Hey mister singer-man, sing me a song
Though I haven’t been there in so very long
My soul can fly over walls made of stone
If you’ll lift your voice, Sir, and sing me back home

Sing me a song bout a place in the sun
Where men can be more than the worst things they’ve done
And only God numbers their days or their bones
Please mister singer-man, sing me back home

Deep in my heart, sir, I have to believe
What I’ve done ain't all that there is to me
But if I’m just my story, then, mister, please sing
Not just one awful verse, but the whole god damned thing
 

Sometimes in my dreams I can almost recall
A time when my heart knew no pain at all
When nights held no fear, and my days held no shame
Singer-man, please sing me back there again

Please sing me back to a place and a time
Before my life was much more than a crime
Back to the laughter and love I have known
Please mister singer-man, sing me back home

Deep in my heart, sir, I try to believe
That my life is more than history
But if I’m just my story, then, mister, please sing
Not just one awful verse, but the whole god damned thing
 

Hey mister singer-man, sing me a song
I know what I’ve done with my life is wrong
My body is shackled no more shall I roam
Please mister singer-man, sing me back home

Just like Merle Haggard said in that old song…
Just like ol’ Merle said, please sing me back home

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