Well, the show's all over

I'll just pack my guitar

Well, what am I doing here, girl?

Get up--c'mon make for your car

Head on back to where the air is clear

There's a young girl there

Who's part of my life

She says I'm her only

I call her my wife

I'm so glad to be back home again

Well, let me sit down slowly

Put my feet up somewhere

I let it all out of my head

Well a day-dreamin' guitar-pickin'

Nothin'-doin' pint of milk

Wakes up with the horrors

Of a hotel bed

But it's alright, there's a hand on my cheek

And it belongs to the girl

That makes my will power weak

I'm so glad to be back home again

Oh, get on home

Well, there's a young girl there

Who's part of my life

She says I'm her only

But I call her my wife

I'm so glad to be back home again

Ooh, ooh

Get on home, yeah

I'm so glad to be back home again

I don't want your money

But I just want your lovin'

Well, I'm so glad to be back home again

I don't want your money

But I just want your lovin'

I'm so glad to be back home again

I don't want your money

But I just want your lovin'

I'm so glad to be back home again

I don't want your money

But I just want your lovin'

I'm so glad I'm back home again

I don't want your money

But I just want your lovin'