| "Ain't Comin Home" | |
| look out the window... And what do I see. A string of dark clouds and a, downfallen tree. And I wonder why She ain't comin home, to me? I walk out my door. Take step down the street. Say "Hello to old Joe!" In his, front yard car seat. And I wonder why She ain't comin home, to me? Take a drive in the car. Roll a bone for the road. The radios' receivin but it's... Comin in code. And I wonder why She ain't comin home, to me? Guitar Solo Turn Left at the light. Get some gas for the tank. I'm feelin so strung out. You know I can't even think. And I wonder why She ain't comin home, to me? Drive home to a house. That is dark in the night. The questions the same. All alone it is quiet. And I wonder why She ain't comin home, to me? |
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