Lyrics
It's always nice to come home after getting lots done
I slip off my boots take off all my coats and go right into my room
I turn on my little lamp and finally sit down
And pick up my guitar and give it some strums
And I think of you in New Brunswick
I think of you in your little house
I think of you in New Brunswick
I think of you and your comfy bed
I can wonder what you did with your day. I'd like to tell you about mine but I'll wait.
You probably played guitar too. I'm sure cause I know you always do
And round now you're making supper after your day is through
You may even be in your lazy boy chair, and soon I will be there too
Now I think of you in New Brunswick
I think of you in your little house
I think of you in New Brunswick
I think of you and your comfy bed
