Go On Home

Well you say you gonna catch me Put me six feet under Better listen to me, buddy To what I've got to say I ain't a bad man That's plain to see But bad man don't mess around with me Well I'm fresh out of prison Ten years in San quentin Lost my wife and family Don't feel so nice So before you reach, for that blade I ain't do that time just for shooting dice I wasn't looking for trouble, I never do But the man I killed, acted just like you Well I had a little boy, like the one you've got Tho you ain't much I guess you are all his got You better go home Just walk away Better go home And through that blade away