Written in September 2006 in Nashville, Tennessee
Well, Junior finally come home again
He don’t talk about where he’s been
He’s got a shotgun shack out back on Miller’s Ridge
He’s got the transistor tuned to Rock and Roll
A couple cords of wood and a fishing pole
Everybody asks “Where’d that boy go and why’s he up on Miller’s Ridge?”
He ain’t running from the law
He ain’t running from no one’s Pa
It’s just something that he saw
While he was over there
When he left he had a girl waiting at home
But she moved on a long time ago
When he stepped off the plane, well, there wasn’t nobody waiting there
Well, he heard she up and took with a senator’s son
Who never ever once had to fire a gun
Or hide in a hole and know what it’s really like to be scared
He ain’t running from the law
He ain’t running from no one’s Pa
It’s just something that he saw
While he was over there
While he was over there
Well, he lost a couple years out there chasing the moon
And half a dozen friends to the needle and spoon
Now he comes up here where the living is cool and clean
Well, you can judge the war, but don’t you judge the man
Who would lay down his life just to make a stand
Or come back home and have to live with what he seen
He ain’t running from the law
He ain’t running from no one’s Pa
It’s just something that he saw
While he was over there
While he was over there
I said, Junior finally come home again