Uploaded July 2024 | Updated September 2026, 6 hours ago

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I hope this letter finds you
Wherever you may be
'Cause I mailed some a while back
And they were all returned to me

Ain't nothing I can tell you 'bout the hometown
Everything changes but nothing's new
Just Sunday night at the kitchen table
Finishing a beer and thinking of you

I still work the same job
And live with my mom for free
Ever since the old man passed on
It just got harder to leave

I heard a rumour you got married
Though you swore you never would
I guess you finally got your own kids now
Do you ever tell 'em 'bout the old neighbourhood

Like the time we stole your dad's car
Drove all night down Imperial Highway
You kept saying maybe we should turn around
I said it don't take much to get away

But I still work the same job
And live with my mom for free
Ever since the old man passed on
It just got harder to leave

I guess that's all I got to tell you
And things turned out how they're meant to be
I just hope this letter finds you
But until then I'll keep it with me

And I still work the same job
And live with my mom for free
Ever since the old man passed on
It just got harder to leave

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"From A Kitchen Table" - written by Dave Alvin.