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He loved her back in 1961 |
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He held her through the night |
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Till the dark was done |
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But he's been gone now for several years |
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Left her nothing but a letter to catch the tears |
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He might not know it but she had his son |
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Back in 1961 |
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She raised the baby |
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And off to school he went |
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She had help from the neighbors |
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Along from the government |
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She tells herself that she did her best |
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Through out all the trials, they had been blessed |
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But she still longs to have her fun |
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Like in 1961, oh |
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He wakes up on a lonely stretch of road |
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And driving rigs for a living |
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Truckin' a heavy load |
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His thoughts drift back to another time |
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And a woman that he treated so unkind |
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And wonders just what her life's become |
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Since 1961 |
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He lays there now upon his dying bed |
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Memories of lifetime's in his head |
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The nurse comes back, she says to him"You have a visitor, should I let him in?" |
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And in walks a face that could only be his son |
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From 1961, oh, from 1961, yeah, 1961, oh yeah |
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I'm comin' home, oh, 1961, oh |
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Yeah |
