The Road Home

We left out on Monday morning
Checkout was 11am
Three long shows over the weekend

Playing rock n' roll again
Ten more exits down the highway
And we'll almost be all the way home
Six men packed into an E150 van
More damn gear than The Rolling Stones

I hate being in the city
Makes my nerves tore all to Hell
Baby, ain't it such a pity
I had to wait so long to tell
You, I love you
You, I love you
You, I love you
Baby, I'm coming home

Blew two tires out in Kentucky
Ten miles west of Salyersville
Spent the night there by the roadside
I hate to see that damn tow bill

Spent the whole damn night there laughing
Not a worry in the world
Boys, it sure has been a good time
But I can't wait to see my girl

And say I love you
Say I love you
Say I love you
Baby, I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Baby, I'm coming home
Baby, I'm coming home
Baby, I'm coming home