Burning Wood

Mr McLean I was on the last train for the coast Whitney I left drinking on that city train to spend some time on the road Then one morning I woke up and I was home Where the bunnies run free And everything's open The caravan gate's just got to get closed Grandpa Jim was in god's lobby I snuck him whisky a true good grandson should Running to Silverdale - Stillwater - smoked fish - ain't life good Every lost soul knows the smell of home when they smell burning wood My lost soul knows the smell of home when I smell burning wood The air is cold Us dogs in gentlemen's clothing - gamblers who already won I want to be an Olympian sprint finisher - faster than the gun A liver of life - like a sailor to rum Life Is more about the coat mama gave me - than buying a new one Every lost soul knows the smell of home when they smell burning wood My lost soul knows the smell of home when I smell burning wood Life is all good - and it's a hard road to happiness When being humble doesn't teach one what it should Jesus please stop these natural disasters - all of a sudden Mother Nature needs to be more caring My level of faith is the same as yours until the above thoughts are reality And thinking freely it ain't all that daring We weather storm by storm And when it's sunny - count our blessings Every lost soul knows the smell of home when they smell burning wood My lost soul knows the smell of home when I smell burning wood Daddy's halo ain't so golden - time in the country with him found out that halo - came down and choked him My mama harder than a Russian, raising raisins, right out the union It's good to be home - hand flowing out the window Flowing through the air Ain't that fresh air - soothing Every lost soul knows the smell of home when they smell burning wood My lost soul knows the smell of home when I smell burning wood