Smell of smoke, perfume, whisky and wine
Another drink down now I'm leaving blind
Photo flash starts to echo my brain
I love the way the girls call my nameHear the brakes screech as we pull up to
A nice little bar that's filled with a few
My hand gets pulled right straight through the crowd
Ah ha well I'll tell you now.Baby I'll be on the road
Honey I ain't coming home
Honey I ain't coming home
I'm gonna be on the road
Honey I ain't coming home
Baby don't call my phone
Ain't come come
Ain't come come
I'm gonna be on the roadAnother late morning I'm feeling bad
This toothpaste stain is driving me mad
Pick up my bags run straight for the door
Forgot to get the girl on the floorLaugh and cries as I enter in
The four wheel motor filled with a grin
Stories and jokes go right through the car
Ah ha well I'm going farBaby I'll be on the road
Honey I ain't coming home
Honey I ain't coming home
I'm gonna be on the road
Honey I ain't coming home
Baby don't call my phone
Ain't come come
Ain't come come
I'm gonna be on the roadI'm gonna be on the road
I'm gonna be on the road
I'm gonna be on the road
I'm gonna be on the road
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