Count up my money
It's in the pocket of my coat
We passed a motel a mile or so back
We've both been yelling
We're tired and we're angry
Now it's started raining on us both
Chorus:
I heard you say
You're homesick for Nashville
I heard you say
You miss your folks in Escanaba
I want to hear
Your ideas on direction
Call up your father
If you think you want to go home
I'll take you there if you say so
But I can remember
When we bought this automobile
From a used up junky
In the southern hills
Chorus
I want to know
What I did so wrong in Vegas
I obeyed every word you said
My ears must have been
So tightly covered
To miss every grateful word you said (3x)
Two nights short
Of a good night's sleep
So twenty miles later
We're searching
For anything
When you pull me over
To the side of the road
You sit there, you shut up
I look for my magazine
You begin reading
While I'm scared to speak
Unable to bed
I go to the street
Well this storm's
Hurt my feelings
And I'm made to feel stupid
And I come back coughing
Lord and I come back
(Chorus)
