Lyrics written by Bubba.



Never thought I'd want to be stuck in Sacto again

But I'm half-way to Texas, can't believe the state I'm in



Cold, tired, and hungry, with a dollar to my name

It doesn't matter where we go this hard luck still stays the same



I'm lonely, and the floors been hard, that's how the story goes

It's funny that when your home you want to get back on the road



Drive all night just to make me sick

Play for an hour just to get my kicks

And I miss you, I miss you so



Punk rockers, sweaty shirts, smokey rooms feeling like a jar

Stick-up kids and forty ounces are waiting for me in the car

Would somebody take me home?

'Cause you don't know hard times till you know the road

I guess for us that's just how the story goes



(Sing along:)



Would somebody take me home?

'Cause you don't know hard times till you know the road

I guess for us that's just how the story goes



I guess for us that's just how the story goes (repeat x 3