Old 97s - Won't Be Home lyrics

You're a bottle cap away from pushing me too far

Well the problem's getting big and it's a compact car

So I won't feel so bad I did all I could do

Now I'm on wounded knee and we're at waterloo

So please get out of my car

I was born in the backseat of a mustang

on a cold night in a hard rain

and the very first song that the radio sang

It was "I won't be home no more"

You're a rattle trap tonight my ears are getting tired

To listen for a while before this thing expired

It was bound to fail because of where I'm from

Now the moon's at four o'clock and it's high time kingdom come

So please get out of my car

I was born in the backseat of a mustang

on a cold night in a hard raing

and the very first song that the radio sang

it was "I won't be home no more"

I was born in the backseat of a mustang on a cold night in a hard rain

and the very first song that the radio sang

It was "I won't be home no more"

And I won't be home no more

I'm pulling off the road I'm opening the door.

I'm giving you the pavement I'm telling you what for.

You're no more than a thought

And you're getting smaller in my rearview mirror

Yeah, you're getting smaller in my rearview mirrior

Yeah, you're getting smaller in my rearview mirror

I was born in the backseat of a mustang

on a cold night in a hard rain

and the very first song that the radio sang

It was "I won't be Home no more"

And I won't be home no more

I was born in the backseat of a mustang

on a cold night in a hard rain

and the very first song that the radio sang

It was "I won't be home no more"

And I won't be home no more

I won't be home no more