Give me my horse and throw me my hat
See, I ain't never coming back
These beat old boots and my 30-aught rifle
You call it you call it regret I call it I call it
I call it my reprisal for the dead
And you can find me at the bottom of the river
Wasting away, I'm coming home
I've traveled so far I've lost my path
Still not worth that shot in my head
Skin so wet it fell from my bones
You call it You call it pain I call it call it
I call it all alone from the dead
And you can find me at the bottom of the river
Wasting away, I'm coming home
Yeah, I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home tonight
I'm coming home tonight
I'm coming home tonight
