Lyrics

VERSE
Your home is your castle, I’ve heard it said
But sometime bein’ there is somethin’ I dread
Workin’ everyday, bringin’ home the bread
But lately I’ve been feelin’ quite a bit dead
So I decided I’d break out of that mold
I was lookin’ to find somethin’ different to hold
But now even that has gone to seed

CHORUS
(’Cause) (Now) I’ve run out of money and my girlfriend’s gone
Beer’s all drunk; lost my phone
Thought I could do better on the roam
But since I ain’t got nothin’ left, I might as well go home

TURNAROUND

VERSE
When I got home it was no longer there
She’d hooked it to a truck and drove it somewhere
Guess I’ll go back to work like a good old boy
Play my cards just right, maybe find another toy
It’d probably be good to reclaim my life
Maybe I’ll try to get back with my wife
If I can even figure out where she is…

Repeat CHORUS

BRIDGE
I don’t know why I do things like this
You’d’ve thought by now that I could resist
But I never was very good dealin’ with my devils

RIDE

Repeat CHORUS

TAG
Since I ain’t got nothin’ left, I might as well go home

Words & Music by Don Tomlinson
© 2019 Solid Sterling Music (BMI)
All Rights Reserved.

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Contact phone number: 832.444.4848 (text/mobile)
Email: don@solidsterlingmusic.com
Mood: Humorous; Sad introspection; Philosophical
Key: D / BPM: 115 / Length: 3:51
ISRC: QZ37R1900272
BMI: 24364416
ISWC: T9213511809