My plane touched down on snow covered ground A cold Midwestern ship in my palms I left a child, reckless and wild Humble, I'm coming home Let a candle burn in your window Don't waste all your tears on your pillow For I am on my way Believe me when I say Humble, I'm coming home I hitched down south With gravel in my mouth Bottomed out in Houston alone Torn apart with whiskey in my scars Humble, I'm coming home Let a candle burn in your window Don't waste all your tears on your pillow For I am on my way Believe me when I say Humble, I'm coming home Humble, I'm coming home