Wheeler Brothers Spent Time
Well. Ive spent my life of good times
Ive found trouble in all the wrong places
They locked me up in jail
Sitting here stamping license plates
Staring at all those criminal faces
Until I break these chains
Oh I miss my baby, I can smell her on these letters
Like she writes me from our home
Oh I miss the swift sea, the waves and great blue ocean
The friends I have known
Oh I miss the sunshine, I miss the breeze upon my shoulder
Come carry me away, hey
And this is where we're gonna roam
When I woke this morning
They swung them gates open
And I stood there free of blame
I waited for my baby
Just to hear her voice again
But she never came
I gotta find my home, gotta find my home
I gotta find my baby, I gotta find my home
I gotta find my home, I gotta find my home
