All day long Now come on woman, come follow me home Oh well the sun go down Celebration in the town tonight They been slaughtering upon the stone Share out the meat Yeah, you really like to eat Come on woman, come follow me home Well, the priest he cries

She treats me well Got a woman at home Now I've got a woman at home Well she's alright When everyone is wrong Let's me waste another song Stumble through the years I'll make it heaven, make it hell One day to the next

We belong to something new We belong to something, This time, this time we can't go home Oh like we've been kissed by higher power Saying don't wait, don't wait until it's gone I see the dawn of a new beginning I hear the streets of tomorrow calling I

And I don't think on why I'm here where it hurts I'm just lucky to have the work But I thank God for the work When I get home from work Sunday morning I'm too tired to go to church I'll call up all my friends And we'll go bust up something beautiful

Mama's got a squeeze box Daddy never sleeps at night And the music's all right 'Cause she's playing all night She wears on her chest And when daddy comes home He never gets no rest Well the kids don't eat And the dog can't sleep

Sometimes I feel like a star, sometimes I feel like a (I'm rollin') Saying that we'll run away I hope the sunset will stay We've traveled too far from home I'm rollin' But your phone doesn't ring and you're gone all the time Well I guess you're somewhere

Who's gonna take me home? Well, I can't drive, I can't walk And I'm a little too high to crawl I'll hold up this wall Till I come down or the room stops spinnin' Yeah, who's gonna take me home? Bartender's sittin'' them shots on the bar Those last two

You cut your teeth on the lack of answers, singing Come back home and it don't feel the same Well I've bled words onto a page for you And you never knew my name Didn't I warn you not to? Didn't I warn you good? Maybe we couldn't help it Maybe we never

It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well I walked through the door with you, the air was cold, But something 'bout it felt like home somehow and I Left my scarf there at your sister's house, And you still got it in your drawer even now. Oh,

Well, now it getting, Late on into the evening and I feel like, like blowing my home. When I woke up this morning all I, I had was gone. Now it getting, Late on into the evening, man now, I feel like, like blowing my home. Well now, woke up this morning,