To Get Back Home - Chris Knight

Twenty-one days out on the road

The van broke down in a foot of snow

Don’t even know where the hell we are

The batteries gone and the phone won’t charge

Wanted let you know, I’m doing my best to get back home

I ain’t had no sleep, ain’t washed my clothes

But everybody says it’s a damn good show

The pay’s enough and the crowds are good

But sometimes I’d rather be chopping wood

Or rolling rocks up a hill

But it’s the only way I know to pay the bills

And the songs I sing can’t get through and my mind fills up with you

And I drift off in a dream, about you and me

When I wake up to a wild ass crowd, the guitar amp is way too loud

Well the drummer’s been cheating on his wife

And the bass man is too drunk to drive

That’s the way it goes

I’m just doing my best to get back home

And the songs I sing can’t get through and my mind fills up with you

And I drift off in a dream, about you and me

Well the manager called, we’ve got five more shows

Let me talk to the kids and then I got to go

Your man’s got to do what a man’s got to do to bring that money on home to you

I want to let you know, I’m just doing my best to get back home

I’m just doing my best to get back home

I’m just doing my best to get back home