Well, if it weren't for my old dogs and the good Lord They'd have me strung up in the psych ward Cause every day living in this new world Is one too many days to me
Son, we're on the brink of the next world war And I don't think nobody's praying no more And I ain't saying I know it for sure I'm just down on my knees
Begging, Lord, take me home I wanna go home I don't know which road to go It's been so long I just know I didn't used to wake up feeling this way Cussing myself every damn day There's always some kind of bill to pay People just doing what the rich men say I wanna go home
Now four generations farming the ground Grandson sells it to a man out of town And two weeks later the trees go down Only got concrete growing around
And I wanna go home I wanna go home I don't know which road to go It's been so long I just know I didn't used to wake up feeling this way Cussing myself every damn day People have really gone and lost their way They all just do what the TV say I wanna go home
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