Texty:
Mary Chapin Carpenter Come On Come On

, she PTAs Doctors and dentists, she drives all day When she was twenty-nine she delivered number three And every Christmas card showed a perfect family Everything runs right on

I took a walk in the rain one day On the wrong side of the tracks I stood on the rails till I saw that train Just to see how my heart would react Now

around and know you won't be coming back again On some pretense paper-thin that I can see right through You come and go, baby, like the rhythm of the blues You come

When you set a match to your heart Fueling it with bitterness and doubt That's the place that once it starts No amount of tears can put out I know you

in Carolina, I am billboards in the fields I'm an old truck up on cinder blocks, missing all my wheels I am Pabst Blue Ribbon, American, and 'Southern Serves the South' I am tucked behind the Jaycees sign, on

To hear you say my name, to see you search my eyes To feel you touch my hand, it more than satisfies If I was not the first, just say I'll be the last

of town Come on come on, it's getting late now Come on come on, take my hand Come on come on, you just have to whisper Come on come on, I will understand

like the sun Telling my heart what to say Growing old with you someday Oh love, come on home Oh love, come on home Oh love, come on home Oh love, come on

somehow Oh, love, come on home Promises a heart can keep Happiness is you and me Never was a dream so right Love has finally come in sight Oh, love, come on