Gil Scott-heron Back Home
There's been a whole lot said about your city living
They told us that the streets were paved with gold
And some of us believed 'em, left our home and came
looking
But that was just another story they told
I got to get back and see my people
Someday and someway
My old Uncle Henry don't believe in them airplanes
Lord you know you sure been good to me
Gave me piggy back rides down them dusty highways
When I came just up to his knees
I got to get back and see my people
Someday and someway
I never thought I'd be lost and searching for a warm
friendly smile
I never thought I'd be running through the city streets
like a newborn child
No, no, no
I never thought I'd be lost and searching for a warm
friendly smile
I never thought I'd be running through the city streets
like a newborn child
But here I am
And I
I got me some people and I know that they love me
And I know just where to look this time
Collard greens and cornbread on my Sunday dinner
And don't you know that makes me think it's working out
fine
When I get back to see my people
Someday and someway
Someday and someway
And someday, and someway