The police are piddlin'
Pullin' people over for nothing but a boring night
With nothing to do
And my eyes are wide
And my hands are kinda shakin' from some trouble that I got into
And my tags are overdue
But buddy, I'm goin' home right now

There's tolls both ways
And I'm the only person who came to watch me play last night
I got a cut of the door
It's about this time
I start recalling how my mother said I didn't wanna be an artist
'Cause artists are poor
But buddy, I'm goin' home right now

I got enough gas just to get me back
And I know that she is patiently waitin' on her wandering boy
Every time she crosses my mind
My heart goes dancin' like the world is playin' Soldier's Joy
So buddy, I'm goin' home right now

Yep, this here's a picture
It's from the Chatham Kin reunion
She is wearing my favorite dress
It makes me a mess
And it's hard on the road
When every mile that I'm driving
She is starin' at me from the dash
In my favorite dress
So buddy, I'm goin' home right now

I got enough gas just to get me back
And I know that she is patiently waitin' on her wanderin' boy
Every time she crosses my mind
My heart goes dancin' like the world is playin' Soldier's Joy
So buddy, I'm goin' home right now
Buddy, I'm goin' home right now

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