| I dreamed I was a bottle of bourbon
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| Trapped in a burning down house
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| Then I heard you screamin' in the other room
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| Tryin' to catch that roustabout
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| Breakin' lamps and tippin' over tables
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| Rubbin' your big knees to the bone
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| I heard an ashtray fly when he said goodbye
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| I was adreamin' I was still at home
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| So I jumped a couple trucks goin' southbound
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| Tucked the money in the toe of my boot
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| Left my bills in the bottom of the chimney and made off with my best friend’s
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| suit
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| Flyin' on down the two-lane, sittin' in the free man’s zone
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| And then another Peterbilt turned over
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| It wasn’t traffic it was just like home
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| Shotgun sleepin' and breakdown, in a ditch by the side of the road
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| Law man pullin' up from behind so he can keep it feelin' just like home
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| Finally down to Louisiana with the sweat rollin' off my head
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| I saw two women dancin' on the table tops and another dancin' on my bed
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| The room service tastes like cigarettes so I jump right back on the phone
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| They said, «The woman you with is late for work»
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| I said, «God dammit this is just like home»
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| It was just like home
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| Head on out California way
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| Stop and take a few jobs to go
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| I like to quit right after first payday
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| Before my footsteps get too slow
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| And as I’m leavin' town I hit my best girl’s house
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| And hit 'er up for a travelin' loan
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| They just roll their eyes and peel me off a few fives
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| Slam the door baby like home
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| Just like home
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| Movie stars and drag queens are draggin' me to the poor farm
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| I guess you better go now and leave me alone so we can keep it feelin' just
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| like home
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| Now I kick back east from LA to catch the strangers' blues at home
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| In two dozen hours I’ll be pushin' up flowers after I walk back through that
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| door
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| It’s good to be home
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| Just like home |