Get Home
Broke down
On the side of the road
Got no where to go
Just a flat tire
Slept in the car till day light
Thumbed a ride to a Texaco
Man says, “Girl you look wiped out,
You could stay at my place for the night.”
Ain’t got no control ain’t got no money
So what do you say honey?
Wiped out left alone
On this American road
Yeah, I’m wiped out left alone
Got no place left to go
Rain running down the window shield
Tears in my ears got everything to lose
Make up don’t do me no good
Can’t afford change, got no lipstick to wear
Put your hands down my dress
Ugly man what a mess
Bend over it’s all over
So what do you say honey?
Wiped out left alone
On this American road
Yeah, I’m wiped out left alone
Got no place left to go.
Wiped out left alone
Wiped out I can’t get home.
Wiped out left alone
Wiped out I can’t get home
Copyright © Stephen Kilmer | Year Posted 2014
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