Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Won't Be Home, artist - Old 97's. Date of issue: 06.03.2012
Song language: English
Won't Be Home |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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: |