Ralph McTell
Ralph McTell
Ralph McTell
Ralph McTell
Ralph McTell
Ralph McTell
Ralph McTell
Ralph McTell
Ralph McTell
Ralph McTell
Ralph McTell
Ralph McTell
Ralph McTell
Ralph McTell
Ralph McTell
Ralph McTell
If I don't get home
If I don’t get home real soon
I'm scared of what I may not find
If I don't get home
If I don’t get home real soon
I'm scared of what I may not find
I'm not complaining about a life on the road
'Cause it sure has been good to me
But if I didn't have you
Oh, what would I do
Where, oh where would I be?
If I don't get home
If I don't get home real soon
I'm scared of what I may not find
If I don’t get home
If I don’t get home real soon
I'm scared of what I may not find
When I’m at home I think of the road
When I'm travelling all I think about is you
In my hotel room
In the dark before the dawn
I fear the change you may be going through
And if I don't get home
If I don't get home real soon
I’m scared of what I may not find
If I don't get home
If I don't get home real soon
I'm scared of what I may not find
If I Don’t Get Home was written by Ralph McTell.