Lyrics:

The closer I get to my home, Lord
The more I wanna be there
There'll be a gatherin' of loved ones and friends
Lord, you know I wanna be there
There'll be a mixture of teardrops and flowers
Cryin' and talkin' for hours
'Bout how wild that I was
And if I'd listened to them, I wouldn't be there
Well, there's old Charlie Toll
They threw away the mold when they made him
And Jimmy McCline
It looks like the wine's finally laid him
And Billie McRae
That I could any day in a card game
And Bessie McNeal
But her tears are real, I can see pain
There's a mixture of teardrops and flowers
Cryin' and talkin' for hours
'Bout how wild that I was
And if I'd listened to them, I wouldn't be there
Lord, thanks for the ride
I got a feelin' inside that I know you
And if you see your way, you're welcome to stay
'Cause I'm gonna need you
There's a mixture of teardrops and flowers
Cryin' and talkin' for hours
'Bout how wild that I was
And if I'd listened to them, I wouldn't be there