Won't Be Home

You're a bottle cap away

From pushing me too far

Well, the problem's getting big

And it's a compact car

So I won't feel so bad

I did all I could do

Now I'm on wounded knee

And we're at Waterloo

So please get out of my car

I was born in the backseat of a Mustang

On a cold night in a hard rain

And the very first song that the radio sang

Was, 'I won't be home no more'

You're a rattle-trap tonight

My ears are getting tired

So listen for awhile

Before this thing expired

It was bound to fail

Because of where I'm from

Now the moon's at four o'clock

And it's high time kingdom come

So please get out of my car

I was born in the backseat of a Mustang

On a cold night in a hard rain

And the very first song that the radio sang

Was, 'I won't be home no more'

I was born in the backseat of a Mustang

On a cold night in a hard rain

And the very first song that the radio sang

Was, 'I won't be home no more'

And I won't be home no more

I'm pulling off the road, I'm opening the door

I'm giving you the pavement, I'm telling you what for

You're no more than a thought

No more than a thought

Oh you're getting smaller in my rear view mirror

And you're getting smaller in my rear view mirror

Getting smaller in my rear view mirror

Getting smaller

I was born in the backseat of a Mustang

On a cold night in a hard rain

And the very first song that the radio sang

Was, 'I won't be home no more'

I was born in the backseat of a Mustang

On a cold night in a hard rain

And the very first song that the radio sang

Was, 'I won't be home no more'

And I won't be home no more

And I won't be home no more