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I Don't Wanna Go Home Lyrics

Good boy Jack got his good boy wife
Who hangs frames on the wall, makes him pecan pie
But the fires inside keep him up at night
Screaming 'if you"re dreaming and you gotta get going, get gone'
Leaves wife in the doorway cuz she understands
Even packs his lunch like a good wife can
96 Crown Vic, half a gallon of gas
And a gold road with the ghosts of poets past

I don"t wanna go home, no, but thanks for the offer my friend

Now the rain drives hard and the wind runs fast
And the wheels cut road like a train off tracks
And he stares so straight past a lightning crash
And the picture of his wife he left on the dash
Down down down the hail
And the wheels explode into thick thick air
When the roof comes off, Jack is nothin but nothin
The vultures up above hear him muttering something
I don"t wanna go home, no, but thanks for the offer my friend

When the Crown Vic kicks and can"t go no more
Jack holds that wheel, Jack don't let go
'Can"t quit now' he whispers over and over
While the picture of his wife floats slow to the floor

I don"t wanna go home, no, but thanks for the offer my friend
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