I got a warm place that I like to call home baby
I'll clear my schedule and I'll call you right back
Pick up my guitar and I'll sing a little poem honey
That's how it is in my dilapidated shack

I got my good friend on the drums
and he stays in the pocket baby
I'm never worried long as he's on the throne
What kind of government would kill their own kind honey
I know it's happening but I don't know
How they justify
Maybe they don't justify nothing
I don't trust if I follow all their rules
That they still won't come in my land
Shotgun in my hand
Sitting on my porch drinking beer in a can
Don't wanna play your game anymore
I've already seen this a couple times before

I got a warm place that I like to call home baby
I'll get some trees and I'll call you right back
Pick up my guitar and I""ll sing a little poem honey
That's how it is in my dilapidated shack