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Matt Butler - "Home For Good" (Live from the Albany County Jail)

Watch Matt Butler's live performance of "Home For Good" from the Albany County Jail! Matt performed "Home For Good" and talked with inmates who are a part of SHARP - Sheriff's Heroin And Addiction Recovery Program. ____________________ Download/Stream Reckless Son: iTunes: http://smarturl.it/RecklessSoniTunes Amazon: http://smarturl.it/RecklessSonAmazon Google Play: http://smarturl.it/RecklessSonGoogle Spotify: http://smarturl.it/RecklessSonSpotify Connect with Matt Butler: http://www.mattbutlerofficial.com   / mattbutlermusic     / mattbutlerband     / mattbutlermusic   ____________________ Home For Good I was killin’ some time, just drinking down at Sophie’s, told my girl I’d be home in a little while When this dude swung in with this Jameson grin, He said “Boy I bet I know your style” He said “I aint sellin’ it cheap, cause man you know I gotta eat, but I got some blow that you really need to try” So I checked my phone, I knew my girl was home alone, But hell, it’s just a little line And heaven knows if there’s one promise I’ve kept, Still got my mother’s Saint Christopher, hangin’ round my neck Lord knows I don’t know why I don’t do what I should I swear I mean it every time I say I’m coming home, Yea I’m coming home for good Now I’d been up all night, I dragged myself across The Bowery With my boots barely hanging from my feet And the sun burned bright when I stumbled cross The Mission, Into a man begging change in the heat He said “You look just like my boy, and you remind me of myself, A jean jacket rockn’roller in his prime Now I ain’t trying to score, I’m just trying to get some help” And I thought man, this must be some kinda sign And heaven knows if there’s one promise I’ve kept, Still got my mother’s Saint Christopher, hangin’ round my neck Lord knows I don’t know why I don’t do what I should I swear I mean it every time I say I’m coming home, Yea I’m coming home for good So I turned my back and I stumbled round the corner Past the folks standing in the methadone line And then it all turned black, but you know I still remember How I couldn’t shake the feeling I was running out of time And heaven knows if there’s one promise I’ve kept, Still got my mother’s Saint Christopher, hangin’ round my neck Lord knows I don’t know why I don’t do what I should I swear I mean it every time I say I’m coming home, Yea I’m coming home for good