Bryan Martin – Never Coming Home Lyrics

[Verse 1]
My granddaddy was a trucker, took his fair share of bumpers
Chasing white lines for a dollar, but he never let us down
Now I’m a different breed of drifter, I do my kind of drifting
With a guitar and a bottle and I play it good and loud

I cut tail and run too often to a bar down in Austin
If I words, you blame it on crown

[Chorus]
But you I a lonesome road
You I a load
call it for a living, but it isn’t
as a song
Tell my I love but ain’t never home

[Verse 2]
I still remember hearing roaring of engine
in drive after one long run
And he worked to sell day, but on his deathbed
He at and said, ain’t done

And I seen all I could guitar and me
Chasing and sun

[Chorus]
But you I a lonesome road
You I a load
call it for a living, but it isn’t
as a song
Tell my I love but ain’t never home

[Chorus]
You I a lonesome road
You I a load
call it for a living, but it isn’t
as a song
Tell my I love but ain’t never home
Tell my I love but ain’t never home
Tell my I love but ain’t never home