When I Get Home

from by Jason Harrod

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When I get home, darling, when I get home,
When I get home, darling, don't want to be alone.
Say you'll marry me and be my wife.
I've been waiting, darling, waiting all of my life.

They brought me over, darling, foreign lands.
They brought me over, darling, put a gun in my hands.
They want me to shoot this boy that ain't done me no wrong.
Ain't gonna shoot no more as soon as I get home.

Peaches in the summer time and apples in the fall.
If I can't have you in my arms, don't want no arms at all.
When I get home, darling, when I get home,
Ain't gonna shoot no more as soon as I get home.

Well, I'm gonna throw away this gun and get behind a plow.
Yes I'm gonna throw away this gun and get to you somehow.
When I get home, darling, when I get home,
Ain't gonna shoot no more as soon as I get home.

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from Living In Skin, released May 1, 2000

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Jason Harrod Brooklyn, New York

“What singer-songwriter Jason Harrod does best is turn daily moments numinous. Quite simply, Harrod’s imagination is for
this world; he finds deep secrets in ordinary places.” — Image Journal

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