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Momma ran off with a man from town
Daddy came home, found the note, got drunk and fell down
Jessie was crying, no tears would be saved
I couldn't take it, so I started pining straight for the grave
I should've ride to cook minds, from there I can walk
I can hear Grandma saying when you're praying son, you don't need to talk
I've got a room in a house for about 20 bucks a week
Two Junks and a whore a bunch of cats fucking landlord was a frick
And I should've told you that night that we slept in the car
And I would've told you, but I never saw us getting this far
I met a man in a suit, he said he'd give me a job
I wouldn't have to pay taxes and I wouldn't have to rob
Ad man, it was easy, all I had to do was drive
I didn't care what was in the suitcase, it felt good to be alive
A shot away from salvation, so I can liken to sin
You can put all of my cares, on a head of a pen
I should've told you that night that we slept in the car
I would've told, but I never saw us getting this far
I know I've been hard on you, baby
Momma should've known that you can't grow up alone
And we will be together someday maybe
There's no place called home
Something was funny, the whole deal kind of strange
I could hear momma saying son, your daddy, he will never change
I was down in an instant, just a big flash of light
Undercover lie bleeding, I guess I put up a fight
And you were the first one that said I could be free
But I don't want for my baby, would've happened to me
Give my love to my children tell them I love then so, I know Reid
And honey I'm so sorry, I've got to go
I should've told you that night we made love on the bar
I should've told you, but I never saw us getting this far
I know I've been hard on you, baby
Momma should've known that you can't grow up alone
And we will be together someday maybe
There's no place called home
No place called home
Written by: David Minarik, Gregory Joseph, Robert Hertweck, Scott Blasey
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