Old 97's Follow

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Won't Be Home
You're a bottle cap away from pushing me too far
Well the problem's getting big and it's a compact car
So I won't feel so bad I did all I could do
Now I'm on wounded knee and we're at waterloo
So please get out of my car

I was born in the backseat of a mustang
on a cold night in a hard rain
and the very first song that the radio sang
It was "I won't be home no more"

You're a rattle trap tonight my ears are getting tired
To listen for a while before this thing expired
It was bound to fail because of where I'm from
Now the moon's at four o'clock and it's high time kingdom come
So please get out of my car

I was born in the backseat of a mustang
on a cold night in a hard raing
and the very first song that the radio sang
it was "I won't be home no more"
I was born in the backseat of a mustang on a cold night in a hard rain
and the very first song that the radio sang
It was "I won't be home no more"
And I won't be home no more

I'm pulling off the road I'm opening the door.
I'm giving you the pavement I'm telling you what for.
You're no more than a thought
And you're getting smaller in my rearview mirror
Yeah, you're getting smaller in my rearview mirrior
Yeah, you're getting smaller in my rearview mirror

I was born in the backseat of a mustang
on a cold night in a hard rain
and the very first song that the radio sang
It was "I won't be Home no more"
And I won't be home no more
I was born in the backseat of a mustang
on a cold night in a hard rain
and the very first song that the radio sang
It was "I won't be home no more"
And I won't be home no more
I won't be home no more

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Won't Be Home