(Lobo) I went away one day, Not a word did I say, Searchin' for a place in the sun A pretty face in a place Brought me nothing by disgrace I'm a put down son - of - a - gun I'm a shot down honcho half the way home Standin' here a waitin' for a ride, ride, ride I'll take a car or truck a motor scooter or a bus I got to get home to your side, side, side I got to get home to your side How did I know when I go That the feelin' would show And you really would miss your old man I got no pay or a way To get to you today So hold on as long as you can I'm just a shot down honcho half the way home Standin' here a waitin' for a ride, ride, ride I'll take a car or truck a wheel barrow or a bus I got to get home to your side, side, side I got to get home to your side A burly bear in a chair Tells me to cut my hair If I expect to get a ride Why have no fear I don't hear Put it in your ear 'Cause I ain't got nothin' to hide
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