MY WAY BACK HOME

MY WAY BACK HOME
Mark Chesnutt

After one of my hunting, fishing party weekends
I could hardly wait to hold my baby again
A man will never see a more beautiful sight
Than home sweet mobile home in his truck headlights
But except for a cedar deck and cinder blocks
All I saw was a vacant lot

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So I’m drivin’ around, all over town, wonderin’ where she hauled it away
Yeah she’s on a roll, which way do I go, I’ve been every single trailer park and KOA
She’s been mad before, but never this sore, you can surely bet from now on
I wont wander far from her lovin’ arms, if I ever find my way back home

Guess my homeless situation is partly my fault
For another thousand dollars down I could have bought
That house in the country that she loved so much
With all that brick and wood there aint no way it would budge
It’s easy now to figure out where I went wrong
But a little harder finding love that’s gone

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