Pilgrim (You Can’t Go Home) Dave Rawlings Machine

I won’t get drunk no more, no more
The old refrain it shines with use
While you sop your bread in barley wine
And mop your floor in tobacco juice
So they kicked you out of paradise
Grinned and locked the garden gate
What those devils called your greatest sin
Gabriel and I called your great escape

Where you gonna run? Tell me where will you roam
When you can’t go home (you can’t go home)
You can’t go home (you can’t go home)
Oh pilgrim, you can’t go home

The gilded cage cannot contain the gypsies of the earth
The poet and the tumbleweed discuss what rootlessness is worth
And pity those who never felt inspiration’s cold wet nose
And wakes you up out in the ditch
Where you’re tumbling round
Where the four winds blow

Where you gonna run? Tell me where will you roam
When you can’t go home (you can’t go home)
You can’t go home (you can’t go home)
Oh pilgrim, you can’t go home