Just like home

Tim Easton

Compositor: Tim Easton

I dreamed I was a bottle of bourbon
Trapped in a burning down house
Then I heard you screamin' in the other room
Tryin' to catch that roustabout
Breakin' lamps and tippin' over tables
Rubbin' your big knees to the bone
I heard an ashtray fly when he said goodbye
I was adreamin' I was still at home

So I jumped a couple trucks goin' southbound
Tucked the money in the toe of my boot
Left my bills in the bottom of the chimney and made off with my best friend's suit
Flyin' on down the two-lane, sittin' in the free man's zone
And then another Peterbilt turned over
It wasn't traffic it was just like home

Shotgun sleepin' and breakdown, in a ditch by the side of the road
Law man pullin' up from behind so he can keep it feelin' just like home

Finally down to Louisiana with the sweat rollin' off my head
I saw two women dancin' on the table tops and another dancin' on my bed
The room service tastes like cigarettes so I jump right back on the phone
They said, "The woman you with is late for work"
I said, "God dammit this is just like home"
It was just like home

Head on out California way
Stop and take a few jobs to go
I like to quit right after first payday
Before my footsteps get too slow
And as I'm leavin' town I hit my best girl's house
And hit 'er up for a travelin' loan
They just roll their eyes and peel me off a few fives
Slam the door baby like home
Just like home

Movie stars and drag queens are draggin' me to the poor farm
I guess you better go now and leave me alone so we can keep it feelin' just like home

Now I kick back east from LA to catch the strangers' blues at home
In two dozen hours I'll be pushin' up flowers after I walk back through that door

It's good to be home
Just like home