Lyrics:
pull off the highway and have a good cry
And then like a lost child she'll want to come home
She thinks I'm waitin' there by the phone
She'll stop
bumpin' my own shit
Headed to the crib right by the ocean
Yeah, I did it, I did it, I do it all by myself, yeah
I get it, I get it, don't need nobody
cryin'
Said, "It's your daddy, you need to come home
This is it, I think he's dyin'"
She laid the phone down by his head
The last words that he said
need someone to pull you out the bubble
I'll be right there just to hug you, I'll be there
Where are you? Are you home? Call me right on the phone
I have to work another night shift
I won't be coming home tonight
You don't have to worry where the time slips
Only by the night I come to life
High or low it's all the same
Living by your world is a sucker's game
And I'm used to taking all the blame
Can't bother taking that high road home
and my fingers may look small
But I would not start or tremble though ten thousand round me fall
And the drums did loudly rattle and loud music it did
the covers back up over our heads
If I call in sick just to stay home with you
I want you to know why I do what I do
It's my way of saying what I can't
They call me Catfish Bates
'Cause I can catch a catfish anytime I want to
Even when the moon man tells me they won't bite
They call me Catfish Bates
need someone to pull you out the bubble
I'll be right there just to hug you, I'll be there
Where are you? Are you home? Call me right on the phone
A mirror's image
Tells me it's home time
But I'm not finished
'Cause you're not by my side
And as I arrived I thought I saw you leavin'
Carryin'
him I am doubtful that our love is true
But if you decide to call on me
Ask for Mister Blue
I stay at home at night
Right by the phone at night
But
been weeping by the time that I got to her side
And I knew that she'd been take and my heart it was breakin'
I never got to say goodbye
I softly
find peace here on the sweet streets
The sweet streets of home
Where kindness falls and your heart calls
For a permanent place of your own
I
arms
Oh God I wish I was home tonight
Send me a naked picture by the U.S. mail
Write a pornographic letter, You know I won't tell
Keep Your legs
My life was getting used to
A dull daily routine
I was getting so fed up
I just wanted to scream
Up at six to work by nine
Home again by
sorrows
Goodbye to the fields, that I used to roam
I'm going away where, life is eternal
My shepherd is callin me home.
From out of the sky, he's coming
There is a house in New Orleans
Call it the rising sun
And it's been the ruin
Of many a poor girl
And me, oh lord, I'm one
If I'd listened
dance
But don't nobody wanna play with me
So I'm takin' my ball and goin' home, home
I'm that guy, man
Shove a diamond up my hind end
And crush it
still walk on by
At the end of it all (end of it all)
No one wants to drink alone
Baby that's how it goes
Don't walk away from me
begin
It's a crumbling pile of broken stones
It ain't much but it might be home
If I ever loved a place at all
It's the Western Wall
I don't know if
State of life, may I live, may I love
Coming out the sky, I name me a name
Coming out silver word for what it is
It is very nature of the sound,
It’s hard to feel that holiday glow
It’s not just bourbon by the fire
It’s that old Yuletide desire
To fill a home with joy and love for all
So this
love me, I know she ain't home
So why in the hell do I pick up this phone
And call her, why do I call her'
I've dropped by her mama's stoned out
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