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Iris_Dement_-_Ron_Baker_-_2007-1A poet by any other name is still a poet.

WALKIN’ HOME

I’m walkin’ home tonight
The streets are glowing ‘neath the pale moonlight
I look around, there’s not a soul in sight
and I’m walkin’ home
Once again I hear my mother’s voice
and all us kids making a bunch of noise
If I’m not careful I might start to cry
Just walkin’ home tonight

I turn my head and hear the screen door slam
and there he is, that tall and dark-haired man
He looks my way but all alone he stands
and I am walkin’ home
He’s my Dad, you know I was his girl
He taught me all he knew about this world
and then he traveled right on out of sight
and I’m just walkin’ home tonight

I’m walkin’ home tonight
The streets are glowing ‘neath the pale moonlight
I look around, there’s not a soul in sight
and I am walkin’ home

Old worn-out couches and a bunch of kids
Four to a bedroom and all Mom’s plates were chipped
but I never knew about the things I missed
and I’m walkin’ home
You see, it’s just the place where I come from
and, good or bad, it’s where the deal was done
Mom and Dad, their daughters and their sons
and I’m just walkin’ home tonight

I’m walkin’ home tonight
The streets are glowing ‘neath the pale moonlight
I look around, there’s not a soul in sight
and I’m walkin’ home
Once again I hear my mother’s voice
and all us kids making a bunch of noise
If I’m not careful I might start to cry
Just walkin’ home tonight

– Iris Dement

© words and music, Iris Dement; photograph, Ron Baker under CC BY-SA 3.0 license

2 Comments

  1. For a brief moment there, looking at the email, Jamie, I thought you’d penned some lyrics, because before I realised it was an Iris Dement song I was already composing the tune in my head. Guess the photo of the lady in question with a guitar was a clue! Great song.

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Thank you!