The closer I get to my home, Lord. The more I wanna be there. There'll be a gatherin' of loved ones and friends. Lord, you know I wanna be there. . There'll be a mixture of teardrops and flowers.
Well, I gotta get drunk and I sure do dread it. 'Cause I know just what I'm gonna do. I'll start to spend my money. Call everybody honey and wind up singing the blues.