Won't Be Home Lyrics - Drag It Up - Old 97's

You're a bottle cap away 

From pushing me too far 

Well the problem's gettin' big 

An empty 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 

Was "I won't be home no more" 

You're a rattle trap tonight 

My ears are gettin' tired 

So listen for awhile 

Before this thing expired 

Oh it was bound to fail 

All 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 rain 

And the very first song that the radio sang 

Was "I won't be home no more"