Won't Be Home Lyrics

Song	Won't Be Home
Artist	Old 97's
Album	Alive & Wired
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	作词 : Old 97's
	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
	WaterlooSo please get out of my car
	I was born in the backseat of a
	MustangOn a cold night in a hard rain
	And the very first song that the radio sang
	Was, 'I won't be home no more'
	You're a rattle-trap tonight
	My ears are getting tired
	So listen for awhile
	Before this thing expired
	It was bound to fail
	Because of where
	I'm fromNow 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
	MustangOn a cold night in a hard rain
	And the very first song that the radio sang
	Was, 'I won't be home no more'
	I was born in the backseat of a
	MustangOn a cold night in a hard rain
	And the very first song that the radio sang
	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
	No more than a thought
	Oh you're getting smaller in my rear view mirror
	And you're getting smaller in my rear view mirror
	Getting smaller in my rear view mirror
	Getting smaller
	I was born in the backseat of a
	MustangOn a cold night in a hard rain
	And the very first song that the radio sang
	Was, 'I won't be home no more'
	I was born in the backseat of a
	MustangOn a cold night in a hard rain
	And the very first song that the radio sang
	Was, 'I won't be home no more'
	And I won't be home no more
	And I won't be home no more

	zuo ci : Old 97' s
	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
	WaterlooSo please get out of my car
	I was born in the backseat of a
	MustangOn a cold night in a hard rain
	And the very first song that the radio sang
	Was, ' I won' t be home no more'
	You' re a rattletrap tonight
	My ears are getting tired
	So listen for awhile
	Before this thing expired
	It was bound to fail
	Because of where
	I' m fromNow 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
	MustangOn a cold night in a hard rain
	And the very first song that the radio sang
	Was, ' I won' t be home no more'
	I was born in the backseat of a
	MustangOn a cold night in a hard rain
	And the very first song that the radio sang
	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
	No more than a thought
	Oh you' re getting smaller in my rear view mirror
	And you' re getting smaller in my rear view mirror
	Getting smaller in my rear view mirror
	Getting smaller
	I was born in the backseat of a
	MustangOn a cold night in a hard rain
	And the very first song that the radio sang
	Was, ' I won' t be home no more'
	I was born in the backseat of a
	MustangOn a cold night in a hard rain
	And the very first song that the radio sang
	Was, ' I won' t be home no more'
	And I won' t be home no more
	And I won' t be home no more

	zuò cí : Old 97' s
	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
	WaterlooSo please get out of my car
	I was born in the backseat of a
	MustangOn a cold night in a hard rain
	And the very first song that the radio sang
	Was, ' I won' t be home no more'
	You' re a rattletrap tonight
	My ears are getting tired
	So listen for awhile
	Before this thing expired
	It was bound to fail
	Because of where
	I' m fromNow 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
	MustangOn a cold night in a hard rain
	And the very first song that the radio sang
	Was, ' I won' t be home no more'
	I was born in the backseat of a
	MustangOn a cold night in a hard rain
	And the very first song that the radio sang
	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
	No more than a thought
	Oh you' re getting smaller in my rear view mirror
	And you' re getting smaller in my rear view mirror
	Getting smaller in my rear view mirror
	Getting smaller
	I was born in the backseat of a
	MustangOn a cold night in a hard rain
	And the very first song that the radio sang
	Was, ' I won' t be home no more'
	I was born in the backseat of a
	MustangOn a cold night in a hard rain
	And the very first song that the radio sang
	Was, ' I won' t be home no more'
	And I won' t be home no more
	And I won' t be home no more

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