Guest Performer

Of the next world war And I don't think Nobody's praying no more And I ain't saying I know it for sure I'm just down on my knees Begging the Lord to take me home I want to go home I don't know which road to go It's been so long Just know I didn't used to wake up feeling this way. Cussing myself every damn day. People have really gone and lost their way. They all just do what the TV say.

I want to go home. Four generations farming the ground. Grandson sells it to a man out of town. And two weeks later, the trees go down. Only got concrete growing around. And I want to go home. I want to 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 feeling this way. Cussing myself every damn day. There's always some kind of bill to pay.

I want to go home. Four generations farming the ground. Grandson sells it to a man out of town. And two weeks later, the trees go down. Only got concrete growing around. And I want to go home. I want to 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 feeling this way. Cussing myself every damn day. There's always some kind of bill to pay.

I want to go home. Four generations farming the ground. Grandson sells it to a man out of town. And two weeks later, the trees go down. Only got concrete growing around. And I want to go home. I want to 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 feeling this way. Cussing myself every damn day. There's always some kind of bill to pay.

People just doing what the rich man say. I want to go home. But if it weren't for my old dogs and the good Lord, they'd have me strung up in the sideboard.

People just doing what the rich man say. I want to go home. But if it weren't for my old dogs and the good Lord, they'd have me strung up in the sideboard.

People just doing what the rich man say. I want to go home. But if it weren't for my old dogs and the good Lord, they'd have me strung up in the sideboard.