To Get Back Home Chris Knight

Twenty-one days out on the road
The van broke down in a foot of snow
Don't even know where the hell we are
The batteries gone and the phone won't charge
Wanted let you know, I'm doing my best to get back home

I ain't had no sleep, ain't washed my clothes
But everybody says it's a damn good show
The pay's enough and the crowds are good
But sometimes I'd rather be chopping wood
Or rolling rocks up a hill
But it's the only way I know to pay the bills

And the songs I sing can't get through and my mind fills up with you
And I drift off in a dream, about you and me

When I wake up to a wild ass crowd, the guitar amp is way too loud

Well the drummer's been cheating on his wife
And the bass man is too drunk to drive
That's the way it goes
I'm just doing my best to get back home

And the songs I sing can't get through and my mind fills up with you
And I drift off in a dream, about you and me