Lyrics written by Bubba.
Never thought Id want to be stuck in Sacto again
But Im half-way to Texas, cant believe the state Im in
Cold, tired, and hungry, with a dollar to my name
It doesnt matter where we go this hard luck still stays the same
Im lonely, and the floors been hard, thats how the story goes
Its 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 dont know hard times till you know the road
I guess for us thats just how the story goes
Sing along
Would somebody take me home?
Cause you dont know hard times till you know the road
I guess for us thats just how the story goes
I guess for us thats just how the story goes repeat x 3