Well I’m tired of the way you treat me, so I’m gonna leave this place, I’m tired of always feeling so damn down. Like an old worn out pair of shoes, FUBAR so there ain’t much that I can do, so go ahead now darilin’ let me drown. Well I’m sitting by these railroad tracks just watching bulls pass by. I’m being asked by the workers which way I’m trying to ride. I keep eyeing out them piggy, or maybe I’ll pick a bucket on a double stack, so I can go and leave this town behind.

So take me home, Now take me home, even though I don’t know where that home might be, but If there’s a bottle by my side, and fire in these eyes, then that’s a place I can say’s a home to me.

I got too many doubts and problems all just sittin in my head; Too much on my plate I just can’t stomach it all. So now I’m feeling sick, and I feel like a piece of shit, but I can’t blame it on me so I’ll blame it on the alcohol. You say I’m worthless, and I think that you’re right kid; No purpose for these hands to have attained. I’m just gritting my teeth dear, till that day I get the hell out of here, till I can find some solace on that train.

So take me home, Now take me home, even though I don’t know where that home might be, but If there’s a bottle by my side, and fire in these eyes, then that’s a place I can say’s a home to me.

Im tired of this forsaken shack I really want to leave, but there isn’t anywhere for me to run to now. I’m tired of people saying that redemption's a book away, it’s not like I asked to be saved anyhow. I’m tired of always asking folks for help, and I’m tired of not ever asking myself. Im sick and tired of watching these eyes bleed, from not having a bottle for these memories, so I’ll pocket me a bottle off the shelf.

So take me home, Now take me home, even though I don’t know where that home might be, but If there’s a bottle by my side, and fire in these eyes, then that’s a place I can say’s a home to me.