From A Kitchen Table lyrics

Dave Alvin

(Blue Horn Toad Music, BMI, Administered by Bug Music)





I hope this letter finds you

Wherever you may be

‘Cause I mailed some awhile back

And they were all returned to me

Ain`t nothin` I can tell you ‘bout the hometown

Everything changes, but nothing`s new

Just Sunday night at the kitchen table

Finishin` a beer and thinkin` of you.



And I still work the same job

Just live with my mom for free

‘Cause ever since the old man passed on

It just got harder to leave.



Well I heard a rumor that you got married

Though you swore that you never would

I guess you finally got your own kids now

You ever tell ‘em ‘bout the old neighborhood?

Like the time we stole your dad`s car

Drove all night down Imperial Highway

You kept sayin` “Maybe we should turn around,?

And I said “It don`t take much to get away.?



But I still work the same job

Just live with my mom for free

‘Cause ever since the old man passed on

It just got harder to leave.



Guess that`s all that I`ve got to tell you

I guess things turned out how they`re meant to be

I just hope that this letter finds you

But until then I`ll just keep it with me.



And I still work the same job

Just live with my mom for free

‘Cause ever since the old man passed on

It just got harder to leave.