When The Sun Goes Down Tomorrow

Thumbing for a ride by the edge of the road

With a brown paper bag to hold my clothes

But tonight I'm going home where I belong

If the good lord's willing and the creek don't rise

And if my luck holds out, and I catch me a ride

When the sun goes down tomorrow, I should be home

This big city ain't no kind of place

For a country girl with a friendly face

If you smile people look at your funny, they take it wrong

They laugh at my talkin' and clothes I wear

They put me down and they call me square

But tonight I'm going home where I belong

I'm goin' back to the people I love

Back to the place that I dream of

It's true that there's no place like home sweet home

The one I want to see the most

Is the boy who begged me not to go

When the sun goes down tomorrow

Tonight I'm going back where I belong