Cherlene - Swing Shift Lyrics
What a night to work the graveyard, witching hour eightSneaking whiskey in my coffee, only thing that keeps me straightBut whiskey dreams of you until that whistle blewBlew me out the door, I was coming home to youForty hours of graveyard to get home and fry your eggsPouring coffee in my whiskey, I've seen trouble in the dragsI've listened to the words, Just barely overheardStabbed me in the back, I was coming home for youForty bucks to go on layaway for my own diamond ringBut it's my own damn faultShould have told me when they changed my shift to swayYou never turned and saw, saw me out the doorOr even heard the diesel roarHear me coming home to youForty miles an hour rising when I hit your double wideDrove that tractor through the trailerComing out on yonder sideDid you have the breath to curse?Did you cry my name as I grounded in reverse?Was there anything left of you?In forty days they'll strap me downWith a sponge and shave my headAnd dim the lights of this old prisonCause the governor wants me deadThat church would have given me lifeBut that woman was her wifeHe was calling out my nameNow I'm comingNow I'm comingNow I'm comingI'm home to youNow I'm coming home to youNow I'm coming home to you
