Waitin’

There I was,

Sittin’ on the front porch,

Waitin’,

Waitin’ for him to be a comin’ home.


Ma was in the kitchen cookin’ up some supper,

She was a cookin’ all right

Cookin’ like there ain’t no tomorrow.

She was a waitin’ for pa to be back home to her.


It had been a long and hard eleven months,

These eleven months seemed like years.

Pa was gone

Gone to fight the Indians.


Now pa had been gone before this;

But never had he been gone for this long.

Oh cactus! How I have been missin’ him,

Him home, I can only imagine!


Rowdy starts a barkin’,

The cows are a mooin’,

I look yonder down the street,

And what do I see? PA!


Pa comes runnin’ down the street,

We meet in a hug, and run inside the house.

I had never seen Ma’s face so lit up and bright,

Than when my Pa walked in the door, and gave her a huge kiss.


The dinner was all ready,

The table all set,

The people all here,

Now all that’s left is to eat!