Ain't no whiskey strong enough to make things right I'm just getting over another sober Saturday night No, I'm not hungover it's true, but I'm still not over you All messed up, all strung out, I was sitting at home breaking down I'm not out there getting

I’m reaching for the door And I don’t understand why it has to be this way Lock the door, me in the closet But it’s just too hard on me, oh So come back home Picture of you in my pocket It’s all I really have left of you And it’s not enough to keep me

Right now, you know I miss your body Ey, yeah, yeah, yeah Every time you go away, you're always tryna fight I could try to fill the space with someone else tonight So I won't kiss nobody until you come back home And I swear, the next time that I hold you

I wanna go home I wanna sleep in my own bed I want a normal life again Is this the end? Is this the end? No matter how hard I try, all I know is the road All I know is the road And you wonder why I'm out of my mind? Street signs, so many street signs

Take this sinking boat and point it home We've still got time Raise your hopeful voice, you have a choice I don't know you But I want you All the more for that Words fall through me And always fool me And I can't react

Please come home for Christmas Sure as the stars shine above Oh this is Christmas, yes Christmas my dear The time of year to be with the ones you love Then won't you tell me you'll never more roam Christmas and new Years will find you home Because it's

You know you dead wrong Up in the club, but you left your man home You couldn't even wait till we got to the bedroom I know it ain't good, but these hoes gon' do what they want, want Fuck em all the time but you know I never wife em, uh Real nigga know

This could be the very minute I'm aware I'm alive All these places feel like home With a name I'd never chosen I can make my first steps As a child of twenty-five This is the straw, final straw in the Roof of my mouth as I lie to you Just because I'm

I'm a cold one down at the end of the day A little sundown buzz and more on the way I wash a week's worth of dust off my old truck While Bobby Earl runs home to get dressed up Here comes Clifford, gotta forty in a brown bag In his pointed toe boots and a

Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood Now if you followed my footsteps and walked through my shoes You