Place I Call Home

I see parked taillights Them old neon signs burn bright Parking in an old gravel lot There's Texas music playing in an ear shot At a humid Gruene Hall There's Texans sweating off that alcohol All around the floor they swing If they know the words, you can hear them sing I want a Rebel Radio And I want a place like Gruene Hall where I can go Yeah. I want a Broken Spoke, I want all the lights and smoke Yeah, that's the place that I call home I've had my time on stage With no one around to hear me play It'll give you thick skin But I tell you what, I'd do it all again Dobro solo Chorus Guitar Well once I had a band Them boys, they were hard to understand We packed some big shows We even played live a few times on the radio But I did the best I can You can't see eye to eye with every man So now I find myself alone I just turn around, I'm headed home Chorus