The Tip

Luck was a two dollar bill|The tip for his last cup of gin|Not sure of his name but we knew why he came in again|He stumbled in here long ago|To drown his troubles away|When he turned to tears we all put down our beers to say||(chorus)|You'll find your light at home|It's a dark and winding road|The one's who care will all be there|You'll find your light at home|You'll find your light at home||Every last one of us here|Is tryin' to be someone else|As he unwinds his story it reminds us more of ourselves|We never did catch his name|As he walked his last sip to the car|He said thanks for the tip and I surely won't miss this ol' bar||(repeat chorus)||Two headlights shining like gold|Up an oak tree that got in the way|Sure is a shame we never did catch his name||(chorus)|Behind the night is cold|But ahead it shines like gold|The one's who care will all be there|You'll find your light at home|You'll find your light at home|You'll find your light at home||