Lyrics written by Bubba.
Never thought I'd want to be stuck in Sacto again
But I'm half-way to Texas, can't believe the state I'm in
Cold, tired, and hungry, with a dollar to my name
It doesn't matter where we go this hard luck still stays the same
I'm lonely, and the floors been hard, that's how the story goes
It's funny that when your home you want to get back on the road
Drive all night just to make me sick
Play for an hour just to get my kicks
And I miss you, I miss you so
Punk rockers, sweaty shirts, smokey rooms feeling like a jar
Stick-up kids and forty ounces are waiting for me in the car
Would somebody take me home?
'Cause you don't know hard times till you know the road
I guess for us that's just how the story goes
(Sing along:)
Would somebody take me home?
'Cause you don't know hard times till you know the road
I guess for us that's just how the story goes
I guess for us that's just how the story goes (repeat x 3
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