(words & music by michael jarrett)
On the hills of georgia
Across the plains of tennessee
Ive seen and Ive done most everything
That a man can do or see
But if I could only borrow one dream from your sleep
Id be on that train tomorrow
Ill be home on christmas day
And so many times before
She left that candle burning
Oh, too many tears fell
My soul fills with yearning
If I had sense at all
Id just be on my way
Be on that train tomorrow
Be home on christmas day
Everytime I think about her
All the love I left behind
Memories still linger in my troubled mind
I could set aside my pride
And Id be on my way
Id catch that train tomorrow
And be home on christmas day
If I had any sense at all
Id just be on my way
Id catch that train tomorrow
Id be home on christmas day
I said Id catch that train tomorrow
Id be home on christmas day