It's always nice to come home
After getting lots done
I slip off my boots
Take off all my coats
And go right into my room
I turn on my little lamp
And finally sit down
And pick up my guitar
And give it some strums
And I think of you
In New Brunswick
And I think of you
In your little house
And I think of you
In New Brunswick
I think of you
And your comfy bed
I can wonder what you did with your day
I'd like to tell you bout mine, but I'll wait
You probably played guitar too
I'm sure, cause I know you always do
And round now you're making supper
After your day is through
You may even be in your lazy boy chair
And soon I will be there too
And I think of you
In New Brunswick
And I think of you
In your little house
I think of you
In New Brunswick
I think of you
And your comfy bed
Julie Doiron - Nice To Come Home Lyrics
Julie Doiron - Nice To Come Home Lyrics
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It's always nice to come home
After getting lots done
I slip off my boots
Take off all my coats
And go right into my room
I turn on my little lamp
And finally sit down
And pick up my guitar
And give it some strums
And I think of you
In New Brunswick
And I think of you
In your little house
And I think of you
In New Brunswick
I think of you
And your comfy bed
I can wonder what you did with your day
I'd like to tell you bout mine, but I'll wait
You probably played guitar too
I'm sure, cause I know you always do
And round now you're making supper
After your day is through
You may even be in your lazy boy chair
And soon I will be there too
And I think of you
In New Brunswick
And I think of you
In your little house
I think of you
In New Brunswick
I think of you
And your comfy bed
After getting lots done
I slip off my boots
Take off all my coats
And go right into my room
I turn on my little lamp
And finally sit down
And pick up my guitar
And give it some strums
And I think of you
In New Brunswick
And I think of you
In your little house
And I think of you
In New Brunswick
I think of you
And your comfy bed
I can wonder what you did with your day
I'd like to tell you bout mine, but I'll wait
You probably played guitar too
I'm sure, cause I know you always do
And round now you're making supper
After your day is through
You may even be in your lazy boy chair
And soon I will be there too
And I think of you
In New Brunswick
And I think of you
In your little house
I think of you
In New Brunswick
I think of you
And your comfy bed