I’ve been fixin’ to return to the town of my birth It may be oceans away I’ve been fixin’ to return to the town of my birth That’ll make for a heckuva day That’ll make for a heckuva day
I’ve been fixin’ to visit the home of my mother I wonder what she will say When she sees me with my arms wrapped around my little brother That’ll make for a heckuva day That’ll make for a heckuva day
Who do you know that isn’t around The hand of their touch And the voice of their sound Who do you know that shares in your load You are never alone Take a walk ‘cause they’re right down the road
Times have been worse Times have been better I know I’ll make it ok But when time meets its end And I meet again with my old friends That’ll make for a heckuva day