Lyrics:
boys finish girls (girl come here)
Get back and get this grown man business girl ('cause it is right here)
If you're ready for a grown man
Lay back
one home
There's no way out
When you realize you're all alone
Some say, there's no way out
Here today, there's no way out
Every time I'm
an' win my train fare home
Oh, the moment that I do, darlin'
You can say your man is comin' home, yeah
It's so hard, tryin' to make it all by
another state
I wouldn't have it any other way
All I want, is to sing my songs
Hearing that crowd, keeps me going
Guitars rocking, wheels rolling
I
had motor trouble it turned into a struggle,
Half way 'cross Alabam
And that 'hound broke down and left us all stranded
In downtown Birmingham
It's like I'm in the dirt, digging up old hurt
Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won't work
All it takes is one song on the radio, you're
houses and build car parks?
Windows and mirrors like a two-way glass
This is progress, nothing stands in its path
Yellow bulldozers, the donkey
poor girl that way.
Don't brand a woman by what the public says.
Don't brand a woman, if she needs help, don't drive ‘er away.
‘Cause it may be your
a home
Then we'll grin in the driveway
Hell, your smile outdoes the dawn
Hold on, hope is on the way
Oh, I swear to God
I'll take you to the outskirts
familiar
And it made me stop and stare
The way he held his hands before him
Looked like he was lost in prayer
Hey son, what are you lookin' at?
Why do your
found my hand is holding yours
Do you wanna go home so soon?
Or maybe we should take a ride through the night
And sing along to every song that's
I will long for a trip, don't need no grip
I'm takin' one more ride
'Way out there in the prairie air
I guess it's in my hide
For the clickety-clack
the type of boy who is always on the roam,
Wherever I lay my hat that's my home,
I'm telling you that's my home.
You had romance, did you break it by
drink on their way home
By the time he makes it home the food is just about as cold as I am
And his stayin' home woman is gettin' tired of her stayin'
You can't change it
Can't rearrange it
If time is all that we got
Then baby let's take it
Lovin' is a lovin'
The moment is a-right
It's worth
and do nothing
But the weather
The gust strokes my chin
My hovel, my home
The burst of the wind blows through
Like someone I know is lonely
Whether
Would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a mule
A mule is
That mankind can produce
We will send unto them
Only you
Jerk and stroke
Until there is cum
Warning
The Slayer has entered the facility
Welcome home
way
Yes, the highs got low and the will said no
I can't go on that way
Sugar is sweet and good prime meat
Is so hard to come by
Saccharine is 'round
of sound
After all the sounds have sounded
Well, I hope I never have to see that day
But by God, I know it's headed our way
So I better be happy now that
soul I know I
Been trying to be my best but there is no time
I can feel it I'm going home I can not go right
Lift my nose stroke my ego but It don't
kind
Darling, I'll be with you soon, soon again.
And on the road you have some good times
But when the show is over you go home
And it hurts me so
thought you was a friend, word
Oh man, can't believe that
Oh, how you do that to me?
I wouldn't leave like this
I can't do it by myself
(?) ah
Are
Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin' home every day
Beatin' the hot old dusty way to the California line
'Cross the desert sands they roll,
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