"Get Back Home" lyrics
If momma don't leave the lights on
How the hell you gonna get back home?
Broken hearts and open scars
Going down this road I'm on
And everything that I thought good
Turns out that I was wrong
If momma don't leave the lights on
How the hell you gonna get
How you gonna get back home?
How you gonna get back home?
Like a rebel for a passion of doing just what he wanted
I'm addicted to the whiskey, a sucker for marijuana
Wanna tear outta town quick, fast, and in a hurry
But now the past looking back, it's kinda blurry now
Feels like a river light wanted in gypsies
Cold and alone, please daddy, come and get me
I thank God for my buddies and dawgs
But with her momma, I don't know the first person to call
I guess overall, man, I'm just missing my family
You can get what you want, you take the cards you were handed
And the truth is once you get grown
It's so damn hard to find your way back home
If momma don't leave the lights on
How the hell you gonna get back home?
Broken hearts and open scars
Going down this road I'm on
And everything that I thought good
Turns out that I was wrong
If momma don't leave the lights on
How the hell you gonna get
How you gonna get back home?
(Going back)
How you gonna get back home?
(Coming to ya momma, let's come back home)
I been up and down these broken roads of empty dreams and promises
All along I should've heard just what my momma said
I thought I knew it all but didn't wanna listen close
I never thought about this shit that I be missing most
I gotta make these dreams, they ain't gon' make theyself, right?
'Cause in the business here there's very little shelf life
Hopped up on the wrong path just because it felt right
And followed the fast track, it didn't help life
I lived the way I knew that really wasn't mine now
The liquor bottle, habits yeah, they keep me tied down
I'm off the deep end and I'm thinking that I might drown
I'm coming home, momma, please don't turn the lights out
If momma don't leave the lights on
How the hell you gonna get back home?
Broken hearts and open scars
Going down this road I'm on
And everything that I thought good
Turns out that I was wrong
If momma don't leave the lights on
How the hell you gonna get
How you gonna get back home?
How you gonna get back home?
How the hell you gonna get back home?
Broken hearts and open scars
Going down this road I'm on
And everything that I thought good
Turns out that I was wrong
If momma don't leave the lights on
How the hell you gonna get
How you gonna get back home?
How you gonna get back home?
Like a rebel for a passion of doing just what he wanted
I'm addicted to the whiskey, a sucker for marijuana
Wanna tear outta town quick, fast, and in a hurry
But now the past looking back, it's kinda blurry now
Feels like a river light wanted in gypsies
Cold and alone, please daddy, come and get me
I thank God for my buddies and dawgs
But with her momma, I don't know the first person to call
I guess overall, man, I'm just missing my family
You can get what you want, you take the cards you were handed
And the truth is once you get grown
It's so damn hard to find your way back home
If momma don't leave the lights on
How the hell you gonna get back home?
Broken hearts and open scars
Going down this road I'm on
And everything that I thought good
Turns out that I was wrong
If momma don't leave the lights on
How the hell you gonna get
How you gonna get back home?
(Going back)
How you gonna get back home?
(Coming to ya momma, let's come back home)
I been up and down these broken roads of empty dreams and promises
All along I should've heard just what my momma said
I thought I knew it all but didn't wanna listen close
I never thought about this shit that I be missing most
I gotta make these dreams, they ain't gon' make theyself, right?
'Cause in the business here there's very little shelf life
Hopped up on the wrong path just because it felt right
And followed the fast track, it didn't help life
I lived the way I knew that really wasn't mine now
The liquor bottle, habits yeah, they keep me tied down
I'm off the deep end and I'm thinking that I might drown
I'm coming home, momma, please don't turn the lights out
If momma don't leave the lights on
How the hell you gonna get back home?
Broken hearts and open scars
Going down this road I'm on
And everything that I thought good
Turns out that I was wrong
If momma don't leave the lights on
How the hell you gonna get
How you gonna get back home?
How you gonna get back home?
