


You’re a bottle cap away
From pushing me too far
Well, the problem’s getting big
And it’s 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




I was born in the backseat of a Ford Pinto
On a cold night in a hard snow
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 kingdom come

So please get out of my car

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
No more than a thought
Oh you’re getting smaller in my rear view mirror
And you’re getting smaller in my rear view mirror
Getting smaller in my rear view mirror
Getting smaller

And I won’t be home no more



And I won’t be home no more.
A good Thang?? I don’t think so. Home is always where the heart is and my heart, at times, is split between a country I love… Texas, & a state I know love & reside in, Idaho. What’s a poor boy to do who is the Owner of a Lonely Heart??
Much better than a…. Good!