Back Home - Gil Scott-Heron, Brian Jackson

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