Won't Be Home

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 So please get out of my car I was born in the backseat of a Mustang On a cold night in a hard rain 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 was born in the backseat of a Mustang On a cold night in a hard rain And the very first song that the radio sang Was, 'I won't be home no more' I was born in the backseat of a Mustang On a cold night in a hard rain And the very first song that the radio sang Was, 'I won't be home no more' And I won't be home no more 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 I was born in the backseat of a Mustang On a cold night in a hard rain And the very first song that the radio sang Was, 'I won't be home no more' I was born in the backseat of a Mustang On a cold night in a hard rain And the very first song that the radio sang Was, 'I won't be home no more' And I won't be home no more And I won't be home no more