• last year
Well, if it weren't for my old dogs and the good Lord
They'd have me strung up in the psych ward
'Cause every day livin' in this new world
Is one too many days to me

Son, we're on the brink of the next world war
And I don't think nobody's prayin' no more
And I ain't sayin I know it for sure
I'm just down on my knees

Beggin', Lord, take me home
I wanna go home
I don't know which road to go
It's been so long
I just know I didn't used to wake up feelin' this way
Cussin' myself every damn day
There's always some kind of bill to pay
People just doin' what the rich men say
I wanna go home

Now four generations farmin' the ground
Grandson sells it to a man out of town
And two weeks later the trees go down
Only got concrete growin' around

And I wanna go home
I wanna go home
I don't know which road to go
It's been so long
I just know I didn't used to wake up feelin' this way
Cussin' myself every damn day
People have really gone and lost their way
They all just do what the TV say
I wanna go home

If it weren't for my old dogs and the good Lord
They'd have me strung up in the psych ward