Words
and Music by Mike Clifford
Copyright
2002
The concierge, she kicked me out the front door
She put me on the Boulevard to stay
I spent last night awake and on the floor
Of some French hooker's shack
And I'm not even laid
I'm comin' home
I have overstayed my welcome here too long
And please don't blame me
If I've never had the will to walk alone
You can send a little message
Down to Amarillo, Texas
That I'm comin home
To stay for good this time
50 days of haulin’ bottled water
And 50 nights I've worked these cheap cafes
Another night and I’ll be on the road
Cause ever since I’ve got here
I’ve had hell to pay
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