I was a sad kid,
didn't have many friends
Just some replacement records
and George Harrison
The mu sic shop in town
sold handguns and hand -me -downs
But it was there I found a change
is gonna come
Something cried out from deep
down in my soul
And it was loud as hell,
it was rock and roll
And suddenly I wasn't so alone
God bless the boys, a bummer
With nothing much to offer
Except another sad, sad song
God bless the boys, a bummer
With nothing much else to offer
Except another sad, sad song
That always feels like home
My father liked to dance
and he liked to sing
He also liked to scream
and he liked to drink
You've heard this song
before sung a million ways
But you've never heard my dad sing
Our love is here to stay
An d for those few minutes
the storm would settle
As he would croon that last chorus out
And he was almost someone
I could wrap my arms around
God bless the boys of Bummer
With nothing much to offer
Except another sad, sad song
God bless the boys, bummer
With nothing much else to offer
Except another sad, sad song
That always feels like a home
I could hide in a home
I could confide in a home
Where nobody runs away
A home without that feeling in my stomach
Like I'm sinking, oh a home
Or everything will be okay
Dylan hit me hard like a hurricane
And Tom Waits was the
thunder before the rain
When the needle hit the wax
at 33 RPM
Every pop and every crack
was its own song to sing
I love the boss if there's
such thing
Nebraska's the truth,
but it was Nina Simone
when she sang Strange Fruit
Bet for the first time
I could really hear the blues
God bless the boys and the girls,
bummer
With nothing much to offer
except another sad, sad song
So God bless the boys and the girls,
bummer
With nothing much else to of fer,
except another
Sad, sad song
It always feels like home you