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Home (is where I'm leaving​.​.​.​)

from Ghosts by J. P. Whipple (Barefoot John Whipple)

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I have been kicking this one around for years. This was a staple with the Filthy Whipple Medicine Show and the one man band. In both acts, I belted it out with the accordion. This is the sort of arrangement I had in mind when I wrote. It’s my own personal blues….

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Home (is when I’m leaving…)

My baby is soft and warm and it’s hard rain outside.
You know I can’t stay no more. I got to ride.
The highway is my only friend.
The only time I feel at home is when I’m leaving.

Had a good job until I told off my boss.
He wrote me a check that day and told me to get lost.
In my rearview mirror I can see my bridge burning.
The only time I feel at home is when I’m leaving.

I must be moving on.
A step ahead of the badge – another ahead of the gun.
This highway never ends.
Until I break down again.

Drop off some old clothes down at the thrift store.
This town is all worn out. It don’t fit anymore.
Run over to the Post Office to change my address again.
The only time I feel at home is when I’m leaving.

Took my guitar to the pawn.
He knows I won’t be back. I know that ax is gone.
But it’s enough to get me to Portland. I just hope she lets me in.
The only time I feel at home is when I’m leaving.

I must be moving on.
A step ahead of the badge – another ahead of the gun.
This highway never ends.
Until I break down again.

In the morning I fill my tank and have my coffee black.
Tonight I’ll be in another state tipping a bottle of Jack.
Offer up a toast to all the places I’ve been.
The only time I feel at home is when I’m leaving.

Takes a couple hours to get past all the malls and chains.
This country has lost its flavor. Now it is all just the same.
Still I try to find some place to fit in.
The only time I feel at home is when I’m leaving.

I must be moving on.
A step ahead of the badge – another ahead of the gun.
This highway never ends.
Until I break down again.

I got no excuse for the hand I’ve been dealt.
I had a full glass before the bottle was spilt.
So I pray to St. Christopher that this isn’t another dead end.
The only time I feel at home is when I’m leaving.

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from Ghosts, released January 19, 2013

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J. P. Whipple (Barefoot John Whipple) Salt Lake City, Utah

J. P. Whipple is a singer-songwriter and multi-instrumentalist. He has spent a life drifting across the country singing old time roots, blues, and country.

He is a founding member of the psychedelic band Tycoon Machete: tycoonmachete.bandcamp.com ... more

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