He is from the work of a Southern writer
Where every man's a fighter
Where the strong survive
And the weak move north to restAnd he had lines of silver
And hands that delivered
Me down to the river
To drift away aloneAnd I will never understand
The heart of a lonely man
Why my own wheels are gonna carry me
Far from his gentle handsAnd baby, I can't come home
Lord, I've been away now just too damn long
And I can't love wrong
No, I can't love wrongLate night when the bars are empty
And my liquor's been plenty
And the fiction read
Rests heavy on my tongueI miss the sound of his dreaming
I can't believe, I am leaving
All that I ever wanted
'Cause I can't love wrongAnd I will never understand
The heart of a lonely man
Why my own wheels are gonna carry me
Far from his gentle handsAnd baby, I can't come home
Lord, I've been away now just too damn long
And I can't love wrong
No, I can't love wrongWell, baby, I can't come home
Lord, I've been away now just too damn long
And I can't love wrong
No, I can't love wrongOh honey, I can't love wrong
No, I can't love wrong