Get on Home

When I was a little boy

I used to hang my feet

In the muddy waters

That run through your streams

Get on home, get on home

Come on home little children, come on home

When I see a wagon it was coming down the street

Filled with feed and swine and such

And that’s a lot of meat

Get on home, get on home

Come on home little children, come on home

Now you see them little boys at their mother’s feet

They’ve learned how to hate and cut and even kill the free

Get on home, get on home

Come on home little children, come on home

The fields they are golden now the cycle will complete

In order to harvest the grain

You got to cut the weed

Get on home, get on home

Come on home little children, come on home

When I was a little girl I used to want your cow

Begin to go across the way

Cause the fires are burning now

Get on home, get on home

Come on home little children, come on home

When you see the children x’s on their head

If you dare look at them soon you will be dead

Get on home, get on home

Come on home little children, come on home

Babies gonna disappear from the momma’s arms

There’s gonna be a lot of fear

But we’ll be on the run

Get on home, get on home

Come on home little children, come on home

Daddy used to beat me

He’d treat me like himself

He taught me the ways of a man

And now I’m by myself

Get on home, get on home

Come on home little children, come on home

Love is all forever and its been your slave

Now it’s gonna open your eyes

And rise you from your hate

Get on home, get on home

Come on home little children, come on home