Dave Alvin - From A Kitchen Table Lyrics
Dave Alvin(Blue Horn Toad Music, BMI, Administered by Bug Music)I hope this letter finds youWherever you may beCause I mailed some awhile backAnd they were all returned to meAin't nothin' I can tell you bout the hometownEverything changes, but nothing's newJust Sunday night at the kitchen tableFinishin' a beer and thinkin' of you.And I still work the same jobJust live with my mom for freeCause ever since the old man passed onIt just got harder to leave.Well I heard a rumor that you got marriedThough you swore that you never wouldI guess you finally got your own kids nowYou ever tell em bout the old neighborhood?Like the time we stole your dad's carDrove all night down Imperial HighwayYou kept sayin' Maybe we should turn around,?And I said It don't take much to get away.?But I still work the same jobJust live with my mom for freeCause ever since the old man passed onIt just got harder to leave.Guess that's all that I've got to tell youI guess things turned out how they're meant to beI just hope that this letter finds youBut until then I'll just keep it with me.And I still work the same jobJust live with my mom for freeCause ever since the old man passed onIt just got harder to leave.
