Won't Be Home Lyrics - Old 97's

Review The Song (0)



You're a bottle-cap away, from pushing me too far
Well the problem's getting big and its a compact car
So I won't feel so bad, I did all I could do
Now I'm on wounded knee and we're at waterloo
So Please get out, of my car

::Chorus::
I was born in the backseat of a mustang
On a cold night in a hard rain
And the very first song that the radio sang
It was "I won't be home no more."

You're a rattle-trap tonight, my ears are getting tired
So listen for awhile, before this thing expired
It was bound to fail because of where I'm from
Now the moon's at four o'clock and It's high time kingdome come
So please get out, of my car

::Repeat Chorus 2x's::

I'm pulling off the road, I'm opening the door
I'm giving you the pavement, I'm telling you what for
You're no more than a thought
And you're getting smaller in my rearview mirror
Yeah, you're getting smaller in my rearview mirror
Yeah, you're getting smaller

::Repeat Chorus until it fades::








Click here to submit the Corrections of Won't Be Home Lyrics
Please Click Here to Print Won't Be Home Lyrics
Thanks to bizao for submitting Won't Be Home Lyrics.

The following area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of Won't Be Home Lyrics.
Your Name:
(Important: Your name will be published if you input it)

Review for Won't Be Home Lyrics
------ Performed by Old 97's

Please enter a title for your review:

------ 11/23/2014

Type your review in the space below: