Well, the show's all over, I'll just pack my guitar
Well, what am I doing here, girl ?
Get up, c'mon make for your car
Head on back to where the air is clear
There's a young girl there who's part of my life
She says I'm her only, I call her my wife
I'm so glad to be back home again
Well, let me sit down slowly, put my feet up somewhere
I let it all out of my head
Well a day-dreamin' guitar-pickin', nothin'-doin' pint of milk
Wakes up with the horrors of a hotel bed
But it's alright, there's a hand on my cheek
And it belongs to the girl that makes my will power weak
I'm so glad to be back home again
Oh, get on home
Well, there's a young girl there who's part of my life
She says I'm her only but I call her my wife
I'm so glad to be back home again, ooh, ooh
Get on home, yeah
Well, what am I doing here, girl ?
Get up, c'mon make for your car
Head on back to where the air is clear
There's a young girl there who's part of my life
She says I'm her only, I call her my wife
I'm so glad to be back home again
Well, let me sit down slowly, put my feet up somewhere
I let it all out of my head
Well a day-dreamin' guitar-pickin', nothin'-doin' pint of milk
Wakes up with the horrors of a hotel bed
But it's alright, there's a hand on my cheek
And it belongs to the girl that makes my will power weak
I'm so glad to be back home again
Oh, get on home
Well, there's a young girl there who's part of my life
She says I'm her only but I call her my wife
I'm so glad to be back home again, ooh, ooh
Get on home, yeah
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