Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Way Back Home, artist - Mark Chesnutt. Album song I Don't Want To Miss A Thing, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Record label: MCA Nashville
Song language: English
My Way Back Home |
After one of my huntin', fishin' party weekends |
I could hardly wait to hold my baby again |
A man will never see a more beautiful sight |
Than home sweet mobil home in his truck headlights |
But except for a cedar deck and cinder blocks |
All I saw was a vacant lot |
So I’m drivin' around, all over town |
Wonderin' where she hauled it away |
Yeah, she’s on a roll, which way do I go |
I’ve been through every single trailer park and KOA |
She’s been mad before, but never this sore |
You can surely bet from now on |
I won’t wander from from her lovin' arms |
If I ever find my way back home |
Guess my homeless situation is partly my fault |
For another thousand dollars down I could have bought |
That house in the country that she loved so much |
With all that brick and wood there ain’t no way it would budge |
It’s easy now to figure out where I went wrong |
But a little harder finding love that’s gone |
So I’m drivin' around, all over town |
Wonderin' where she hauled it away |
Yeah, she’s on a roll, which way do I go |
I’ve been through every single trailer park and KOA |
She’s been mad before, but never this sore |
You can surely bet from now on |
I won’t wander from from her lovin' arms |
If I ever find my way back home |
Yeah, the next time I leave, I’m taking her or the keys |
If I ever find my way (If he ever find my way) |
If I ever find my way back home |
Boy, I’m as lost as an Easter egg… |