Well, if it won't for my [Em]old dogs and the good Lord
They'd have me [G]strung up in the psych ward
'Cause every day [C]livin' in this new world is one too [D]many days to me
Son, we're on the [Em]brink of the next world war
And I [G]don't think nobody's prayin' no more
And I [C]ain't sayin I know it for sure I'm just [D]down on my knees
Beggin', Lord, [Em]take me home I wanna [G]go home
I don't [C]know which road to go It's been [D]so long
I just know I didn't used to [Em]wake up feelin' this way
Cussin' my[G]self every damn day there's always [C]some kind of bill to pay
People just [D]doin' what the rich men say I wanna go [Em]home
Now four gene[Em]rations farmin' the ground Grandson [G]sells it to a man out of town
And two weeks [C]later the trees go down Only got [D]concrete growin' around
And I wanna go [Em]home I wanna go [G]home
I don't [C]know which road to go It's been [D]so long
I just know I didn't used to [Em]wake up feelin' this way
Cussin' my[G]self every damn day there's always [C]some kind of bill to pay
People just [D]doin' what the rich men say I wanna go [Em]home
Well, if it won't for my [Em]old dogs and the good Lord
They'd have me [G]strung up in the psych ward
