Tim Brickley and the Bleeding Hearts.

Lyrics

GOT TO GET BACK HOME
(Timothy Brickley & David Rheins)

Early in the morning, ‘bout the break of day.
I was tryin’ to leave Detroit, hop into my Chevrolet.
I was down about a half a quart.
I pull into a “66” and say, Man, can you help me?
He says, I’d like to, Son, but you’re in the wrong damn lane.
This is No Service, check it out.

I’m just tryin’ to leave Detroit, tryin’ to leave Detroit.
Got to make my way back to my Indiana home,
so I can be alone.

Six o'clock in the morning in the Philadelphia station.
I said, Man, I think I’m on the wrong direction.
Conductor said, It ain’t off peak,
I need four more dollars or you hit the street.

I’m just tryin’ to leave Detroit, tryin’ to leave Detroit.
Got to make my way back to my Indiana home.
So I can be alone.

On my way to Canton, Ohio,
there’s this girl who doesn’t look too bad
carrying regular coffee from Mr. Donut.
I ask her if she read the section
sitting on the seat next to her,
and she moves her fur.
So I sat down, and I told her my story.
I said, darling (her name was Gloria)
I said darling, I

Got to get back home.
Got to get back home.
Got to make my way back to my Indiana home,
so I can be alone.

New York City is the place to be,
that’s what everyone’s always telling me.
They say, Why don’t you come and stay?
But, I been there for many a day, don’t you know.
I got to go where there are trees
and the birds they do not bite you.
Where there are people on the street
and they will not fight you.
Where people in the grocery turn to you and chitty-chat
and that is that, it’s where I finally got to lay my hat.
I want a girl with corn laces all up in her hair.
I wanna make her make me make her make me babies.
Wild puppies in the yard.
Kitties in the trees.
Little wolverines playing with no rabies for the babies.



Got to get back home.
Got to get back home.
Got to make my way back to my Indiana home,
so I can be alone.

I don’t know why.
A siren went off in my personal sky
and I just got to go.

I hope you understand.
Do not grieve of my departure.
It’s inevitable, it’s the future,
It’s what was meant to be,
my raison d’etre don’t you see?

I got to home.

Copyright 1990, Timothy Brickley & David Rheins.