Going Back Home

I wanna live the way I like
Sleep all the morning, go and get my fun at night
Things ain't like that here
Working just to keep my payments clear
I bought a brand new motor and I'm waiting for a loan
So I can fill her up and start her, and I'm going back home

I got a girl, a man's best friend
I'd have her now, if she'd just come back again
But she left me in the fog
Told me that I treat her like a dog
The last time that I saw her she was burying a bone
I'm tired of whistling for her and I'm going back home

Old Johnny Green, he asked me in
We watched his TV and we drank a little gin

Then I float on down the street
Smiling at the faces that I meet
But that was back this morning, now I'm dizzy, sick and stoned
And when the world stops turning, then I'm going back home