The Migrant

I know that your weed fields need working And there's just time before the rains starts to fall But I, I just can't stay for the harvest 'Cause tonight I'm headin' down south Goodbye, I'll see y'all I hear there's a pipe line hirin' hands way down in Texas So I guess I'll go and brush a well or two Can you wait till I've made enough to get us through the winter For the days are short and cold and work is scarce The fragnance of your hair is in each meadow And your smile has touched the wind And as I work my way closer to you Oh Lord, it feels so good to be close to home again When the leaves fall from the trees Look out your window And you'll see me coming up the road I want you to run just as fast as you can out to meet me And throw your arms around me 'Cause baby, I'm home