I Don't Wanna Go Home Songtext
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I Don't Wanna Go Home Songtext
Good boy Jack got his good boy wife
Keeps 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 door cause 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
OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOH OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOH
I don't wanna go home! No no no no...
But thanks for the offer my friend
I don′t wanna go home! No no no no...
But thanks for the offer
Thanks for the offer
Thanks for the offer my friend
OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOH OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOH
Now the wind falls hard and the rain blows fast
And the wheels cut road like a train off tracks
He stares so straight past a lightning crash
And the picture of his wife she left on the dash
Down, down, down the hill
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
OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOH OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOH
I don't wanna go home! No no no no...
But thanks for the offer my friend
I don't wanna go home! No no no no...
But thanks for the offer
Thanks for the offer
Thanks for the offer my friend
OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOH OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOH
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
OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOH OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOH
OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOH OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOH
I don′t wanna go home! No no no no...
But thanks for the offer my friend
I don't wanna go home! No no no no...
Thanks for the offer
Thanks for the offer
Thanks for the offer my frieeeeeend
I don′t wanna go home! No no no no...
OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOH OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOH
OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOH OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOH
OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOH
Keeps 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 door cause 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
OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOH OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOH
I don't wanna go home! No no no no...
But thanks for the offer my friend
I don′t wanna go home! No no no no...
But thanks for the offer
Thanks for the offer
Thanks for the offer my friend
OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOH OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOH
Now the wind falls hard and the rain blows fast
And the wheels cut road like a train off tracks
He stares so straight past a lightning crash
And the picture of his wife she left on the dash
Down, down, down the hill
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
OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOH OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOH
I don't wanna go home! No no no no...
But thanks for the offer my friend
I don't wanna go home! No no no no...
But thanks for the offer
Thanks for the offer
Thanks for the offer my friend
OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOH OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOH
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
OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOH OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOH
OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOH OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOH
I don′t wanna go home! No no no no...
But thanks for the offer my friend
I don't wanna go home! No no no no...
Thanks for the offer
Thanks for the offer
Thanks for the offer my frieeeeeend
I don′t wanna go home! No no no no...
OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOH OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOH
OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOH OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOH
OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOH
Writer(s): Naseem Shukri Khuri Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com