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 the Rogers County mud Yeah, 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 were 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 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 when you head to some drunker crowd in New Jersey Christmas even long when your chemicals are low Got your father and your sister in the band all worried 'Cause you can't play your rhythm like you used to You miss it on the one-two kick sounds great But you'll always have these times to get you by when times were low Like that time you saw the springtime make crickets out my 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 were 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 gone Yeah, you can still come home You can still come home You can still come home