Somebody's baby boy ain't coming home tonight We don't need no baseball bats We don't need no silver ghats But we're gonna fight tonight Put up your dukes and fight Big brother's just standing on the side Watching you flex your pride But you know if they

Big girls cry when their hearts are breaking I may cry ruinin' my makeup Tough girl whose soul aches I'm at home, on my own Check my phone, nothing, though Act busy, order in Pay TV, it’s agony Wash away all the things you've taken And I don't care if I

Feeling low down and dirty Just like a dog without a bone Oh what happened to my lady Better get her tail back home Gonna be suspicious, more suspicious from now on Too much howling at Big Yeller Too much growling at the door Too much running round in

Loves lots of money, back's against the wall Now lemme tell ya my story, I got a man-sized predicament And it's a big one, goes like this, yeah My my, ow, yeah! Never had confession, never had a home Never had no worry, until I met Domino Ain't the

Feeling low down and dirty Just like a dog without a bone Oh what happened to my lady Better get her tail back home Gonna be suspicious, more suspicious from now on Too much howling at Big Yeller Too much growling at the door Too much running round in

When your long day is over And you can barely drag your feet The weight of the world Is on your shoulders I know what you need Bring it on home to me You've got someone here Wants to make it all right

Up in the morning Work like a dog Is better than sitting Like a bump on a log Mind all your manners Be quiet as a mouse Some day you'll own a home That's as big as a house I know a fella

I really want it I really want it right now I'm feeling the world go round It's spinning me upside down I'm finally homeward bound I'm not giving up It's crawling under my skin And I don't care if I sin

There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes, Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose. Little pitchers have big ears, Don't stop to count the years, Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios. Sam Stone came home, To the wife and family

Crank it up and make these big wheels roll I wanna feel that ocean breeze that's got me wrapped around it's fingers I wanna hear a southern drawl and every word that lingers I need a Sunday morning song by a just got baptized singer I been away too long,