Bring It Home
by Northbound · Rock · Made with Suno · 0 plays
Style
heartland rock, gospel, piano, rock, country rock
Prompt
Heartland rock, earnest male tenor, gospel backing harmonies, piano, crunchy guitars, driving minor-key groove
Lyrics
Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Thanksgiving morning, frost on the glass, Coffee going cold on the counter. Then a knock I wasn't braced for, And my brother's standing there, hat in his hands. Dad's red toolbox, sanded and oiled, Every wrench wiped clean as Sunday. Six years, not one phone call, Just a fight over a box of tools. He says, I don't need to be right, I just need you to know... Bring it home, bring it home, Whatever we lost, we can bring it home. Come in from the cold, you're not alone, Bring it home, bring it home. Dad's initials burned in the handle, Same old dent from the day I dropped it. Mama's in the kitchen, peeling potatoes, She sees us both and she doesn't say a word. I take the box, he takes my shoulder, Two grown men with wet eyes and nothing to prove. Bring it home, bring it home, Whatever we lost, we can bring it home. Come in from the cold, you're not alone, Bring it home, bring it home. I was stubborn, you were proud, We both built walls and called them ground. But Dad would say, son, look around, The table's long enough for two. Bring it home, bring it home, Whatever we lost, we can bring it home. Come in from the cold, you're not alone, Bring it home, bring it home. Oh, bring it home, bring it home, Pull up a chair, we're bringing it home. Bring it home... Bring it home...