ALL OF THE HONKEYTONKS IN ALL OF THE TOWNS

ALL OF THE WINE AND THE SMOKES

ALL OF THE YEARS AND ALL OF THE TEARS

ALL OF THE BEERS AND THE JOKES

ALL OF THE ARMS THAT HAVE HELD ME AT NIGHT

AND THE FRIENDS WHO HAVE WALKED OUT MY DOOR

ALL THE STRANGE PLACES  AND ALL THE SAD FACES

AND I CANT GO HOME ANYMORE

I CANT GO HOME THERE’S NOBODY THERE

OUT OF ALL THOSE WHO LOVED ME BEFORE

I’LL SING MY SONGS AND WANDER ALONG

AND SOMEDAY I WILL GO HOME ONCE MORE

--PAYCASH