Текст песни Won't Be Home

Threw the bottle cap away
For 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 a Wounded Knee
We're at Waterloo
So please get out
Of my car

I was born in the
Back seat of a Mustang
On a cold night
In the hard rain
And the very first song
That the radio sang was
"I won't be home no more"

We will rattle trap tonight
My words are getting tired
So listen for a while
Before this they expire
Oh it was them who failed
All because of where I'm from
Now the Moon's at 4:00
And it's high time Kingdom Come
So please get out
Of my car

I was born in the
Back seat of a Mustang
On a cold night
In the hard rain
And the very first song
That the radio sang was
"I won't be home no more"

I was born in the
Back seat of a Mustang
On a cold night
In the hard rain
And the very first songOld 97's - Won't Be Home - http://ru.motolyrics.com/old-97s/wont-be-home-lyrics.html
That the radio sang was
"I won't be home no more"

"No I won't be home no more"

I'm pulling off the road
I'm opening the door
I'm giving you the payment
I'm telling you what for
You're no more than a thought
No more than a thought

I'm getting smaller
In the rear view mirror
Getting smaller
In the rear view mirror
Getting smaller
In the rear view mirror
Getting smaller

I was born in the
Back seat of a Mustang
On a cold night
In the hard rain
And the very first song
That the radio sang was
"I won't be home no more"

I was born in the
Back seat of a Mustang
On a cold night
In the hard rain
And the very first song
That the radio sang was
"I won't be home no more"

"No I won't be home no more"

"No I won't be home no more"

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