On The Road
Sunset Sons
Album:
Very Rarely Say Die
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Lyrics:
Smell of smoke, perfume, whisky, and wine Another drink down now I'm leaving blind Photo flash starts to echo my brain I love the way the girls call my name Hear the brakes screech as we pull up to A nice little bar that's filled with a few My hand gets pulled right straight through the crowd Ah ha well I'll tell you now Baby I'll be on the road Honey I ain't coming home Honey I ain't coming home I'm gonna be on the road Honey I ain't coming home Baby don't call my phone Ain't come home Ain't come home I'm gonna be on the road Another late morning I'm feeling bad This toothpaste stain is driving me mad Pick up my bag run straight for the door Forgot to get the girl on the floor Laugh and cries as I enter in The four wheel motor filled with a grin Stories and jokes go right through the car Ah ha well I'm going far Baby I'll be on the road Honey I ain't coming home Honey I ain't coming home I'm gonna be on the road Honey I ain't coming home Baby don't call my phone Ain't come home Ain't come home I'm gonna be on the road I'm gonna be on the road I'm gonna be on the road I'm gonna be on the road I'm gonna be on the road I'm gonna be on the road Honey I ain't coming home Baby don't call my phone Ain't come home Ain't come home