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Woke up in the truck in the parking lot, an empty whiskey bottle in the shotgun spot
"Half of My Heart" still stuck in my head, man up in the mirror keeps wishing me dead
Money's real good when the week's real long
Money ain't shit when you're missing home
Tired of these hotels, cold and alone
Doing what I can to keep the safety on

Gotta get my ass back home to Alabam'
I know there ain't a chance in hell they'll ever understand
Gotta get my ass back home to Alabam
I know they're gonna call me crazy, but you know I don't give a damn

I've got a beautiful wife, she's waiting back home, don't know why I ever left her alone
I'm missing my kids, missing my house, missing my dog, hell, I'm missing my couch
Trying to get it all while the getting is good
So call me an outlaw with a gun made of wood
The songs are sad and that's the way that it goes
When you gave all you had to the goddamn road

I gotta get my ass back home to Alabam'
I know there ain't a chance in hell they'll ever understand
I gotta get my ass back home to Alabam'
I know they're gonna call me crazy, but you know I don't give a damn
You know I don't give a damn

Holding it out, I'm holding it in
I'm keeping calm, my patience thin

Gotta get my ass back home to Alabam'
I know there ain't a chance in hell they'll ever understand
Gotta get my ass back home to Alabam'
I know they're gonna call me crazy, but you know I don't give a damn
I know I'm probably going crazy, but you know I don't give a damn
You know I don't give a damn