Marc Broussard Home Lyrics. Going no where, guitar packed in the trunk. Web take me home could feel the sun about to rise, when i realized we had nothing to fear it's just me and my daddy and a kid named cope, making music that nobody would hear and.
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Type song title, artist or lyrics It is a song that makes sitting still difficult,. Web [verse 1] em rollin down the road going no where guitar packed in the trunk em somewhere round mile marker 112 papa started humming the funk em i got a jones in. Web marc broussard lyrics home rolling down the road going no where guitar packed in the trunk somewhere round mile marker 112 papa started hummin the funk i gotta jones. Web take me home could feel the sun about to rise, when i realized we had nothing to fear it's just me and my daddy and a kid named cope, making music that nobody would hear and. Web rolling down the road going nowhere guitar packed in the trunk somewhere 'round mile marker 112 papa started hummin' the funk i gotta jones in my bones and before we know,. And we disappeared into the groove. Web 7 rows baby boy done finally found his way home, home, home, home said take me home, home,. I felt the crowd breathe in and i closed my eyes. Papa started humming the funk.
Web rolling down the road going nowhere guitar packed in the trunk somewhere 'round mile marker 112 papa started hummin' the funk i gotta jones in my bones and before we know,. It's a song we've always, as a band, listened to on the way back home from a tour. Web [verse 1] em rollin down the road going no where guitar packed in the trunk em somewhere round mile marker 112 papa started humming the funk em i got a jones in. And we disappeared into the groove. Web said take me home take me home could feel the sun about to rise when i realized we ad nothing to fear it's just me and my daddy and a kid named cope making music that. Somewhere around mile marker 112. Going no where, guitar packed in the trunk. And i knew that there was nothing to lose. Rolling down the road going nowhere guitar packed in the trunk somewhere 'round mile marker 112. Web we looked through the demo and just made it happen. Web marc broussard lyrics home rolling down the road going no where guitar packed in the trunk somewhere round mile marker 112 papa started hummin the funk i gotta jones.
