Father was a Yankee from the North
And my mother was a Southern Belle
It's a good thing the war was over by then
They didn't get along so well
I could always get my own way
Just as long as he was gone
She'd say "It's alright 'til he comes back home."

I finally got out on my own
Learned of fending for myself
And I took care of Number One
You know I did it very well
The men would come and the men would go
It seemed alright to me
I'd say "It's alright 'til he comes back home."

But I didn't think of the God I'd hurt
Or of the tears He'd shed over me
And I didn't care about the blood that flowed
When he died alone on the tree

Now I'm walking down the road to life eternally
I look upon the former things
It doesn't even seem like me
It's funny how a girl can change
But all my friends agree
And so I'm waiting for my Lord's return
And when He does you know He's gonna take me home
I'm sitting here waiting 'til He takes me home
Jesus, come on, come on take me home