Bill Martin

(Bill Martin)

I got one last stretch of highway

Thank God for Friday night

The windshield wipers slapping

Don't want to see no flashing lights

Lord, I gotta roll

Oh, yeah

I’m gonna see my baby

I’m going home

Coming around the corner

I can see that front porch light

The home fire it’s burning

a gonna keep us warm all night

Lord, I gotta Roll

Oh, yeah

Well I’m gonna see my baby

I’m going home

Dancing on the back porch

I don’t care about staying dry

Open up the kitchen door

Smell that homemade pie

Baby, I’m Home

Woo, hoo-oo

I’m off that lonesome highway

Baby, I’m home

There ain’t no more lonesome highway

Baby I’m home.