Song Description
Song Title: Ain’t Seen Home in a While, Country (Working-Class Ballad), Official Video, Song 90
Artist Concept: Anonymous Country Male Solo
Vocal Style: Styled after Chris Stapleton & Travis Tritt
Genre: Country (Working-Class Ballad)
Theme: Exhaustion, lost connection, and the bittersweet humor of overworking
Written by: Ronald Hudkins
Produced by: Hudkins Publishing
Platform: Songer AI Studio Vocals & Musicians
About the Song
“Ain’t Seen Home in a While” is a country anthem for the overworked and overlooked. It follows a man buried in overtime, chasing paychecks that vanish faster than his sleep. Between missed birthdays, mistaken goodbyes, and a barking dog that’s forgotten him, he wonders where his life went. The song blends humor and heartbreak—the kind of tune that makes a crowd laugh through the pain because they’ve been there too.
Why It Matters:
This song is a mirror for today’s working class—people who give everything and still come up short. It’s not just about exhaustion; it’s about identity. When a man works himself to the bone, what’s left for the ones he’s doing it for? It’s a reminder that sometimes “providing” means showing up, not just clocking in.
Song Lyrics Ain't Seen Home in Awhile
Twenty hours overtime, on top of forty more,
Boss says I’m lucky — I just ain’t sure.
My check’s already gone ‘fore the week rolls by,
Bills keep smilin’, while my wallet cries.
I forgot my kids’ names, missed their school parade,
Don’t even know what grades they made.
My wife dyed her hair, Lord, she looks brand new,
I waved at the neighbor’s wife — thought that was you.
Ain’t seen home in a while, but I’m still payin’ the bills,
Dreamin’ ‘bout rest, but I’m chasin’ those hills.
Got a truck that’s tired, and a heart that’s too,
Livin’ on fumes and a prayer or two.
If time’s worth money, I’m poor by a mile —
Ain’t seen home in a while.
Dog barked at me when I pulled in the drive,
Guess he thinks some stranger’s tryin’ to survive.
The neighbor called cops for me checkin’ my mail,
Said “a truck keeps circlin’, must be somethin’ to jail.”
My wife said, “Honey, maybe get a second job,”
I laughed so hard, I nearly started to sob.
Two hours of sleep, a cold cup of joe,
I’m half alive, but the bills still grow.
Ain’t seen home in a while, but I’m still payin’ the bills,
Dreamin’ ‘bout rest, but I’m chasin’ those hills.
Got a truck that’s tired, and a heart that’s too,
Livin’ on fumes and a prayer or two.
If time’s worth money, I’m poor by a mile —
Ain’t seen home in a while.
There’s toys in the yard, but I don’t know whose,
Kids growin’ up faster than I can choose.
My wedding ring feels heavy tonight,
But the love’s still there under all this fight.
I stare at the mirror, don’t recognize that face,
Beard’s got gray, life’s lost its grace.
I whisper, “Lord, if You’re still on the line,
Can You help me remember what’s really mine?”
‘Cause a man can break before he bends,
And I just wanna come back home again.
Ain’t seen home in a while, but I’m still payin’ the bills,
Dreamin’ ‘bout peace down these factory hills.
Got a tired soul, but a spark in my smile,
I’ll make it home — might take a while.
Yeah, if love’s still waitin’ past that last mile —
I’ll see home in a while.