Gee, It’s Good to Be Back Home lyrics
by Cass McCombs
Two dutch uncles, to say the least
A treed coon and winged beast
I gasped, I clasped, but I passed the stone
Gee, it's good to be back home
Friends chipped in for a tin canteen
Just in time for Halloween
Don't eat, don't sleep, or drink the foam
Gee, it's good to be back home
The lights of some far-off refinery
An Eldridge Cleaver forgery
Upstairs, who cares your hair has grown?
Gosh, it's good to be back home