On the Road

Smell smoke, perfume, whisky, and wine

And I'll drink down, oh I'm even blind

Photo flash starts to wake up my brain

I love the way the girls call my name

Hear the brake screech we pull up too

A nice little bar is filled with a few

My hand is pulled right straight through the crowd

Haha, well I'll tell you now

Baby I'll be on the road

Honey I ain't coming home

Honey I ain't coming home

I'm gonna be on the road

Honey

I ain't coming home

Baby don't call my phone

Ain't come home

Ain't come home

I'm gonna be on the road

I'll never leave morning, I'm feeling bad

This toothpaste stain is driving me mad

Pick up my bag run straight for the door

Forgot to get the girl on the floor

Laugh and cries as I enter in

The four wheel motor filled with a grain

Story and joke go rough through the car

Haha

We love going far

Baby I'll be on the road

Honey I ain't coming home

Honey I ain't coming home

I'm gonna be on the road

Honey I ain't coming home

Baby don't call my phone

Ain't come home

Ain't come home

I'm gonna be on the road

I'm gonna be on the road

I'm gonna be on the road

I'm gonna be on the road

I'm gonna be on the road

I'm gonna be on the road

Honey I ain't coming home

Baby don't call my phone

Ain't come home

Ain't come home