Humble Pie - Down Home Again Lyrics
Well, the show's all overI'll just pack my guitarWell, what am I doing here, girl?Get up--c'mon make for your carHead on back to where the air is clearThere's a young girl thereWho's part of my lifeShe says I'm her onlyI call her my wifeI'm so glad to be back home againWell, let me sit down slowlyPut my feet up somewhereI let it all out of my headWell a day-dreamin' guitar-pickin'Nothin'-doin' pint of milkWakes up with the horrorsOf a hotel bedBut it's alright, there's a hand on my cheekAnd it belongs to the girlThat makes my will power weakI'm so glad to be back home againOh, get on homeWell, there's a young girl thereWho's part of my lifeShe says I'm her onlyBut I call her my wifeI'm so glad to be back home againOoh, oohGet on home, yeahI'm so glad to be back home againI don't want your moneyBut I just want your lovin'Well, I'm so glad to be back home againI don't want your moneyBut I just want your lovin'I'm so glad to be back home againI don't want your moneyBut I just want your lovin'I'm so glad to be back home againI don't want your moneyBut I just want your lovin'I'm so glad I'm back home againI don't want your moneyBut I just want your lovin'
