Leaving Time Songtext - Patterson Hood

Leaving Time - Patterson Hood

The baby's on the bedroom floor
Suitcases and clothes galore
Everyone's just a little bit sore
When it comes to leaving time

Your sister ain't got much to say
The unexpected in the worst of spaces
Momma's gonna be pissed all day
When it comes to leaving time
When it comes to leaving time

So do what you're told without a fuss
Run the errands and load the bus
Don't forget to give a damn about us
When it comes to leaving time

At three I'll ask you the old time zone
Faces on the Jetsons telephone
Sing your songs and then bring it back home
In three weeks time, when it comes to leaving time

So hush little baby, have no fear
I'm six more tours 'til the end of the year
Thank God, the package store sells more beer
It's nearly leaving time

And I know everything's gonna be okay
I know it's harder when daddy's away
But I carry y'all with me in my heart
Every night and day and I ain't never leaving
I'm just taking us all to a whole bunch of places

So do what you're told without a fuss
Run the errands and load the bus
Don't forget to give a damn about us
When it comes to leaving time

At 3 I'll ask you the old time zone
Faces on the Jetsons telephone
Sing your songs and then bring it back home
Sing your songs and then bring it back home

It's nearly leaving time
It's nearly leaving time
Nearly leaving time


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