Won't Be Home

You're a bottle cap away
 From pushing me too far
 Well, the problem's getting big
 And it's a compact car
 So I won't feel so bad
 I did all I could do
 Now I'm on wounded knee
 And we're at Waterloo
 So please get out of my car
 I was born in the backseat of a Mustang
 On a cold night in a hard rain
 And the very first song that the radio sang
 Was, 'I won't be home no more'
 You're a rattle-trap tonight
 My ears are getting tired
 So listen for awhile
 Before this thing expired
 It was bound to fail
 Because of where I'm from
 Now the moon's at four o'clock
 And it's high time kingdom come
 So please get out of my car
 I was born in the backseat of a Mustang
 On a cold night in a hard rain
 And the very first song that the radio sang
 Was, 'I won't be home no more'
 I was born in the backseat of a Mustang
 On a cold night in a hard rain
 And the very first song that the radio sang
 Was, 'I won't be home no more'
 And I won't be home no more
 I'm pulling off the road, I'm opening the door
 I'm giving you the pavement, I'm telling you what for
 You're no more than a thought
 No more than a thought
 Oh you're getting smaller in my rear view mirror
 And you're getting smaller in my rear view mirror
 Getting smaller in my rear view mirror
 Getting smaller
 I was born in the backseat of a Mustang
 On a cold night in a hard rain
 And the very first song that the radio sang
 Was, 'I won't be home no more'
 I was born in the backseat of a Mustang
 On a cold night in a hard rain
 And the very first song that the radio sang
 Was, 'I won't be home no more'
 And I won't be home no more
 And I won't be home no more