Home

With an addicting beat, Marc Broussard's "Home" mixes Delta Blues, Soul, and Funk with down-home Gospel overtones. It is a song that makes sitting still difficult, urging the listeners to dance, clap, and stomp their feet in time with the driving heartbeat rhythm. The lyrics tell the tale of a road trip from Broussard's childhood, repetitively calling to "take me home" back to the Delta, with a refrain or two of gospel-like chorus somewhat reminiscent of the classic song "Smoke On The Water." Broussard's "Home" evokes a feeling of yearning to return to simpler times and the spontaneity of a moment where everything really could center around "making music on the side of the road."

Rolling down the road Going no where Guitar packed in the trunk Somewhere round mile marker 112 Papa started hummin the funk I gotta jones in my bones before we know We were singing this melody Stop the car pulled out the guitar Halfway to New Orleans Said take me home Take me home Could feel the sun about to rise When I realized we had nothing to fear It's just me and my daddy and a kid named Cope Making music that nobody would hear And then the sun let up and it split the night Spilling over our jubilee Ten thousand cars by the side of the road Grooving far as the eye can see Said take me home Take me home Said take me home Said take me home This greyhound is delta bound mama Baby boy done finally found Said this greyhound is delta bound mama Baby boy done finally found his way home Said take me home Hot damn you should have felt the groove Like I was swimming in a sea of soul The sun was rising and the day was hot And we was all about to lose control My daddy turned his face up towards the sky And I knew that there was nothing to lose I felt the crowd breathe in and I closed my eyes And we disappeared into the groove Said take me home Said take me home Take me home Said take me home Straight from the water Straight from the water children [Repeat x3] You don't know nothing about this Take me home Said take me home [repeat]