Stephanie Anne Johnson - Can't Go Home

Cleaning out the old homestead
Nana can't afford the mortgage
Alone
You can't go home

She might bust she might cry
But when you see the gold dust fly
You know
You can't go home

And I got a call from Portland
And it made me think of you
Yeah, I got a call from Portland
And it made me think of you

It's been so long since you moved away
Sometimes I still think I see your face
You know
But you can't go home

Do the dishes and take out the trash
Oh but when I miss you it comes on fast
You can't go home

And I got a call from Portland
And it made me think of you
Yeah, I got a call from Portland
And it made me think of you

And someday when I'm old and gray
Your face it might fade away
You only live inside my memory
I'll be good I won't cuss
I'm still mad at you for leaving us
You know
But you can't go home
No you can't go home
No you can't go home

Written by:
Stephanie Johnson

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