Down Home Again Lyrics

Well, the show's all over I'll just pack my guitar Well, what am I doing here, girl? Get up--c'mon make for your car Head on back to where the air is clear There's a young girl there Who's part of my life She says I'm her only I call her my wife I'm so glad to be back home again Well, let me sit down slowly Put my feet up somewhere I let it all out of my head Well a day-dreamin' guitar-pickin' Nothin'-doin' pint of milk Wakes up with the horrors Of a hotel bed But it's alright, there's a hand on my cheek And it belongs to the girl That makes my will power weak I'm so glad to be back home again Oh, get on home Well, there's a young girl there Who's part of my life She says I'm her only But I call her my wife I'm so glad to be back home again Ooh, ooh Get on home, yeah I'm so glad to be back home again I don't want your money But I just want your lovin' Well, I'm so glad to be back home again I don't want your money But I just want your lovin' I'm so glad to be back home again I don't want your money But I just want your lovin' I'm so glad to be back home again I don't want your money But I just want your lovin' I'm so glad I'm back home again I don't want your money But I just want your lovin'