We've walked
a lot of highways
And we've rode a lot of trains
We've been thirsty in the desert sun
And nearly drowned in tropic rains
We've seen a lot of cities,
and we've burned through
many lands
Known a lot of ladies,
I've sure held a lot of hands
But it's a long time since
I've tasted homemade bread
I'm tired, I need a place
to rest my head
Won't you put your soft white arm
beneath my head
Can I put my guitar un
derneath your bed?
I'd chop some wood and light a fire
And you could cook the tea
And I'd read you children's
stories about Mexico
And Spanish galleons far away at sea
Nightshirt nippers off to bed
With Hindu prayers and
English teddy bears
And we'd keep a candle burnin'
Just to frighten off the scary, scary,
scary, scary, scares, oh yeah
Cause it's a long time since I've
tasted homemade bread
I'm tired and need a place
to rest my head
Won't you put yourself
while I'm beneath my head
Can I put my guitar un
derneath your bed?
We could sit outside on your veranda
And listen to the storm
And I'd write a song for later on
called Let Me Keep You Warm
And in the morning after
feeding chickens
Would you think it wrong
If I for got the words and the melody
to the Wanderer's song
Cos it's a long time since I've
tasted homemade bread
I'm tired, I need a place
to rest my head
Won't you put your soft white arm
beneath my head
And I put my guitar underneath your bed