Robert Earl Keen, Jr. (born January 11, 1956 in Houston, Texas) is an American singer-songwriter. Growing up, Keen was interested in music, sports, movies and writing. He attended Texas A&M University, enrolling in the school of journalism. Disappointed in the College Station, Texas music scene, he began playing guitar and learned to read and write music, basing his style on folk, country, blues and roots rock. In 1977 he rented a house from landlord Jack Boyett, where his neighbor was a then-unknown Lyle Lovett.
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I'm Comin' Home by Robert Earl Keen Jr.
GD Packed my suitcase and I racked my brain EmC Bought a ticket on a late night train GD Took a taxi through the pourin' rain CDG I'm comin' home to you
Flew from Boston out to San Jose Sae our old friends in Monterey Bay When they asked me if I'd like to stay I said I'm comin' home to you
Chorus:
GD I'm comin' home GC Made up my mind that's what I'm gonna do GD Can't love nobody on the telephone CDG I'm comin' home to you
They threw a party there from dusk 'till dawn Seems like everybody knows old sleepy John He said next time I better bring you along I'm comin' home to you
They had fresh caught salmon on the bareques There were people jammin' all night to the blues Life is good out in Santa Cruz but I'm comin' home to you
CHORUS
I drove forever out to God knows where Come ten-thirty there was no one there They couldn't pay me but I didn't care I'm comin' home to you
I'm feelin' better since I got your card I read it over and over when the road gets hard Ain't nothin' better than your own backyard I'm comin' home to you
CHORUS TWICE
Packed my suitcase and I racked my brain Bought a ticket on the late night train Took a taxi in the pourin' rain......