2025 Competition Entry:

Coming Home by Brian Jordan

Genre

Folk

Artist

Co-writer(s)

no

Performer(s)

Brian Jordan

Description

The melody and storyline came to me while doing my usual Saturday morning run on roads I’ve been running for the past 20+ years and noticing how much development has occurred and how much traffic is now on the roads vs. when my running group started out.

Bio

Brian Jordan is a singer-songwriter from Union Kentucky who plays songs he wrote and songs he wishes he had written.

Lyrics

Coming home, ain’t like it used to be
Ever since they cut down our climbing tree
Everything has changed ‘round here
And it Ain’t like it oughta be
It ain’t like it oughta be

Verse
My old friends have all moved away
Seems like nothing ever stays the same
That great big field where we’d run wild and free
Is all paved over… for eternity

Verse
I used to run these old roads and never see
Another car or truck for miles it seemed
The only thing to cross in front of me
Would be a white tailed doe
with her speckled fawn in toe

Chorus
Coming home, ain’t like it used to be
Ever since they cut down our climbing tree
Everything has changed ‘round here
And it Ain’t like it oughta be
It Ain’t like it oughta be

Verse
I still remember that pink sunrise
When I’d look upon that eastern rise
And before we’d put our heads to rest
We’d see that orange sunset fall behind hills in the West

Verse
Now it’s tough to see the dawn’s mornin’ light
Too many lights shining bright
And in the evening when the sun goes down
That tree-lined hill is hid behind a roofline

Chorus
Coming home, ain’t like it used to be
Ever since they cut down our climbing tree
Everything has changed ‘round here
And it Ain’t like it oughta be
It Ain’t like it oughta be

Outro
Coming home, ain’t like it used to be
Ever since they cut down our climbing tree
Ever since they cut down our climbing tree

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