From the recording The Place That You Call Home

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Lyrics

Some days I sit and dream of a life, where butterflies are dancin’ and there’s fireflies at night. And you’ll sing me your songs and I’ll sing ‘em with you in our house on the ridge with a great mountain view.

I want babies and romance and plants on the porch, but you want whisky and women in a town with one horse.

Mama says you’re a joke; papa says you can’t be saved. But I believe in miracles and redemption all the same. So I will clasp my hands. I will bow my weary head and pray that God delivers you from someone else’s bed.

I want babies and romance and plants on the porch. But you want whisky and women in a town with one horse.

And I know what they all say. Girl, it’s time to be movin’ on. You’re not getting any younger, little one. But I swear I know the truth—that there’s hope yet in you. I’ll hatch a plan and see it through.

I want babies and romance and plants on the porch. But you want whisky and women in a town with one horse.

Got my rockin’ chair. Got a pistol and a rope. You got drunk and when you wake up the reckoning unfolds. Brother Murphy is here, the pistol’s under my bouquet. And when he asks you to repeat his words, you’ll know what to say.

We’ll have babies and romance and plants on the porch. No more whisky, no more women, no more towns with one horse. No more whisky or women or towns with one horse.