Lyrics:

You heard the bright lights calling

Many years ago

You never came back crawling

How you hung in there I don't know

You're at home in the big town

You got it all figured out

Back home they can't believe it

They don't know what you're about



Your sister loves jesus

She drives an oldsmobile

Says you ought to come visit

Says what you need is a home-cooked meal



And she prays for your poor lost soul

And she prays for your poor lost soul



Your brother was a doctor

They sent him to the pen

Medicare fraud

They say he's doing it again



Your mother's doing all right

She owns a quick-stop store

She used to call every Sunday

But she doesn't anymore



And she prays for your poor lost soul

And she prays for your poor lost soul



Sometimes you got to wonder

How it all would've been

And you wonder if you had to

Could you go back again



You fly home for christmas dinner

It's just like the good old days

Fighting with your mom

Fighting with your sister

Your brother had sense

So he stayed away



Back home in the big town

You got it all figured out

And isn't it a comfort knowing

Without a doubt



And she prays for your poor lost soul

And she prays for your poor lost soul