Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Never Go Home Again, artist - Cody Johnson. Album song Cowboy Like Me, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 13.01.2014
Record label: Cody Johnson
Song language: English
Never Go Home Again |
Scatter gun blast, tens in the air |
Half a million in a burlap sack |
Y’all have a nice day as we make our way |
To the caddie in the ally out back |
See when the times get hard |
Some good old boys turn to a life a sin |
We’re like Robin Hood, we’re just twice as good |
But we can never go home again |
Well I grew up singing Amazing Grace |
In a little white church in the woods |
My momma prayed hard for all her boys |
But her praying didn’t do a bit of good |
The sheriff and a banker man came to push us off of our land |
Now we’re six feet deep |
And my brothers and me we can never go home again |
Lord forgive me, I know just what I do |
I’ll take what I need and then |
I leave the rest to my momma and you |
And that tin roof cabin might not have been heaven |
But it’s closer than I’ve ever been |
God bless an outlaw’s weary soul |
I can never go home again |
Sometimes I dream of that old front porch and my momma patching up a quilt |
While my brothers and me lay around in the shade of that live oak tree on the |
hill |
Now it’s hide-out shacks, better watch your back and cover every track of where |
you’ve been |
A thousand wrongs will never make it right, I can never go home again |
Lord forgive me, I know just what I do |
I’ll take what I need and then |
I leave the rest to my momma and you |
And that tin roof cabin might not have been heaven |
But it’s closer than I’ve ever been |
God bless an outlaw’s weary soul |
I can never go home again |
Scatter gun blast tears a ten inch hole |
Through an empty burlap sack |
As I say my peace for my brothers and me |
My whole world fades to black |
Here’s three new graves underneath the shade of |
That live oak tree on the hill |
Overlooking momma’s porch with a fresh coat of paint |
And a shiny new Coup De Ville |
Lord forgive me, I know just what I’ve done |
I’ve been through hell and found myself on the wrong end of a gun |
And that tin roof cabin might not have been heaven but it’s closer than I’ve |
ever been |
God bless an outlaw’s weary soul, I thought I’d never make it home |
God bless an outlaw’s weary soul, I guess I finally made it home again |