The police are piddlin'
Pullin' people over for nothing but a boring night
With nothin' to do
And my eyes are wide
And my hands are kinda shakin'
From some trouble that I got into
Are my tags are overdue?
But buddy, I'm going home right now
There's tolls both ways
And I'm the only person who came to watch me play last night
I got a cut at the door
It's about this time
I start recalling how my mother said I didn't wanna be an artist
'Cause artists are poor
But buddy, I'm going home right now
I got enough gas just (hmm) to get me back
And I know that she is patiently waitin' on her wanderin' boy
(Hmm) every time (hmm) she crosses my mind
My heart goes dancin' like the world is playin' Soldier's Joy
So buddy, I'm going home right now (right now)
(Yep)
This here's the picture
It's from the Chatham Kin reunion
She is wearing my favorite dress
It makes me a mess
And it's hard on the road
When every mile that I'm driving
She is starin' at me from the dash, in my favorite dress
So buddy, I'm going home right now
(Hmm) I got enough gas (hmm) just to get me back
And I know that she is patiently waitin' on her wanderin' boy
(Hmm) every time she crosses my mind
My heart goes dancin' like the world is playin' Soldier's Joy
So buddy, I'm going (hmm) home right now
Buddy, I'm going (hmm) home right now
(Woo, woo)
Amen (woo)
