Artner,
come in here Johnny.
Let's hear you sing it out there, boy.
I'm leaving that woman I told him.
An old bum I just met
at the bar.
I've worked like a slave for the good things.
Now she wants a new house and a car.
Man, that's terrible.
The kids drive me crazy.
There's no place to hide.
Yes.
And I'm going out of my mind.
Oh.
Then I looked up to see if he felt sympathy.
And he said in a voice soft and kind.
If I just had a home to go home to.
I'd feel so much different than you.
You'd never see me on a barstool.
Atta boy.
If I just had a home to go home to.
Then I thought of the years she'd stuck by me.
Though Lord knows my progress was slow.
And if she hadn't been a good a woman.
She'd have gave up on me long ago.
Then I thought of those kids.
What am I doing here?
When I've got all that love and a home.
As we shook hands to part.
Engraved on my heart.
Were the words that I heard from a bum.
If I just had a home to go home to.
I'd feel so much different than you.
You'd never see me on a barstool.
If I just had a home to go home to.
If I just had a home to go home to.