Letters From the Old Zip Code

Lyrics

Mama sends a letter every other week
Pressed in a flower, a little bit of speak
Rain on the fields and the neighbor's new calf
And a line at the bottom that makes me laugh

I read them slow in a city so loud
Where nobody knows my name in the crowd
Smell of the paper, smell of the ground
Takes me right back to my hometown

Oh, send me the weather, send me the news
Send me the porch and the evening blues
I'm a long way gone but I'm holding tight
To a little bit of home in the porch light
Send me the weather, send me the sound
Of a screen door swinging and the wind around

Pinned the last one up by my bed
Her handwriting leaning, the things she said
Come home soon, there's pie on the sill
And the old porch swing is waiting still

Someday I'll ride that dusty road
Set down every heavy load
Till then I'll write her back tonight
And tell her I'm fine and leave on a light

Oh, send me the weather, send me the news
Send me the porch and the evening blues
I'm a long way gone but I'm holding tight
To a little bit of home in the porch light
Send me the weather, send me the sound
Of a screen door swinging and the wind around

Send me the weather
Send me home