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Never Come Home

from Upland Stories by Robbie Fulks

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Maybe time has wrought some changes, maybe I remembered wrong Stands to reason I've grown softer, I was married for so long
I took a chill late last April, lost 30 pounds by mid-July
Not that old home was the answer/Just one last thing that I could try.
I had scarcely laid my bag down when my misjudgment hit me square I was welcomed like a guilty prisoner, old grievances fouled the air 400 miles change nothing, one man's troubles are his own
The land is rundown and ragged, I should have never come home.
There's a couple babies in the cradle, Sister's gone east for a time
Mama's warming water at the woodstove, neighbors stealing glances through the blind Now she's looking at me through their eyes, and I see the thought she hides in vain All my years among the silken-tongued, the fallen, have made this cancer in my brain.
Cheap coal's spilling from the hilltops, the earth is shaking from them old draglines But when these little towns lie sleeping, it's like it must have been before mankind Watch the wild midsummer moonlight drifting slow across the lawn
Catch the outline of creation, as morning comes on.
There's cousins dropping in from Bryceville/With self-regard these Baptists fairly shine Mama grants them high admiration/Contempt is the best that I can find
400 miles change nothing, one man's troubles are his own
Sick and torn from wife and children, I should have never come home.
I hear them whispering my name, late at night beneath my room
Their voices rise as they grow drunker/Black vultures gathering at my tomb Humbled by the ancient Jewish prophets, dazzled by the distant network feed Borne by the promise of tomorrow, they'll bury me with all speed.
I was poor in New York City, down here I'm near a slave
Can't hardly take in one more body, and can't afford another grave 400 miles mean nothing, one man's troubles are his own
The land is rundown and ragged, I should have never come home.

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from Upland Stories, released April 1, 2016

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Robbie Fulks Chicago, Illinois

Robbie Fulks is a recording artist, instrumentalist, & songwriter living in Chicago. His most recent release, Upland Stories, earned wide-spread recognition & 2 Grammy® nominations. His early work helped define the 90s "alt-country" movement while his newer work extends that tradition with old-time rambles, reflections on love, & the troubles the people. ... more

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