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