They pay me not to come home Keeping me stoned I won’t run away They say it’s easy to get Stuck in this town Just like joan
You know I gave it all up for the stage They fill my cup up in the cage It’s nobody’s business but mine when I’m low To hold yourself up is not a crime here you know At the end of the world
And I kick my foot at the lights I breathe it in all night There’s a light on a canvas tree And money from home supporting me
They pay me not to come home I won’t eat crow I'll stay away And though all roads will Not lead you home, my girl All roads lead to the end of the world
And I sewed a little luck up in the hem of my gown The only way down from the gallows is to swing And I’ll wear boots instead of high heels And the next stage that I am on. it will have wheels
Compositores: Kathleen Brennan (ASCAP), Thomas Alan Waits (Tom Waits) (ASCAP)Editor: Jalma Music (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #6075597 em 09/Abr/2024