Count up my money

It's in the pocket of my coat

We passed a motel a mile or so back

We've both been yelling

We're tired and we're angry

Now it's started raining on us both


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I heard you say you're homesick for Nashville

I heard you say you miss your folks in Escanaba

I want to hear your ideas on direction


Call up your father

If you think you want to go home

I'll take you there if you say so

But I can remember

When we bought this automobile

From a used up junky

In the southern hills


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I want to know what I did so wrong in Vegas

I obeyed every word you said

My ears must have been so tightly covered

To miss every grateful word you said

To miss every grateful word you said

To miss every grateful word you said


Two nights short of a good night's sleep

So twenty miles later we're searching

For anything when you pull me over

To the side of the road

You sit there, you shut up

I look for my magazine

You begin reading while I'm scared to speak

Unable to bed I go to the street

Well this storm's hurt my feelings

And I'm made to feel stupid

And I come back coughing

Lord and I come back


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