Whenever I got home
I had a story to tell
A dream to seek
A dream to sellWhenever I got home
I had a story to tell
That I played all day
I ran and I fellWhenever I got home
I had a story to tell
Nobody to listen
Nothing rings a bellWhenever I got home
I had a story to tell
How I wanted to be kind
Didn't wanna go to hellWhenever I got home
I had a story to tell
They never asked questions
So they never knew me wellBut
Whenever I got home
I had a story to tell
Knew my Father would kill
and My mother would yell.