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