Hank Thompson - Ba lyrics

Restless spirit, wandering, come on home again

Tell me about your days of old, wander back again

You won't admit your life is taken, to your death not yet awakened

Restless spirit wandering, come on home again

Oglethorpe was around this place some hundred fifty years

Since a Union bullet hit its mark, and his teenaged heart it pierced

Years ago a young girl lived here, she became his friend

But when their family moved away their friendship had to end

When we bought this house the neighbors came and talked about him

Though we've not heard or seen a thing, I hope he comes again

I'd like to ask him lots of things, and hear the way he talks

Describing local battle scenes on some slow morning walk

Restless spirit, wandering, come on home again

Tell me about your days of old, wander back again

Don't admit your life is taken, to your death not yet awaken

Restless spirit wandering, come on home again

The room I write used to be a two car garage

A nineteen fifties chrome and fin and white wall tired montage

Years later it became a church, and they moved an organ in

And these walls would shake with holy songs and sermons against sin

I like to think this place was made for the kind of work I do

I'll try to be ready when the spirit comes back through

I'll write it down and sort it out and make it fairly rhyme

And marry it to melody of the highest flying kind

I want to try be to a friend to souls that cannot rest

I would not blame their anger, don't claim to know what's best

But souls are all connected like the branches on a tree

And things they see beyond the grave might help out you and me

Restless spirit, wandering, come on home again

Tell me about your days of old, wander back again

Tell me as you come and go, things that people need to know

Restless Spirit, wandering, come on home again

Don't admit your life is taken, to your death not yet awaken

Restless spirit wandering, come on home again