Never Go Home Again Lyrics

Scatter gun blast, tens in the air, half a million in a burlap sack.
Y'all have a nice day as we make our way to the catty in the ally out back.
See when the times get hard some good old boys turn to a life a sin.
We're like Robin Hood, we're just twice as good but we can never go home again.

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Well I grew up singing Amazing Grace in a little white church in the woods.
My momma prayed hard for all her boys, but her praying didn't do a bit of good.
The sheriff and a banker man came to push us off of our land.
Now we're six feet deep and my brothers and me we can never go home again.

Lord forgive me, I know just what I do.
I'll take what I need and then I leave the rest to my momma and you.
And that tin roof cabin might not have been heaven but it's closer than I've ever been.
God bless an outlaw's weary soul, I can never go home again.

Sometimes I dream of that old front porch and my momma patching up a quilt,
While my brothers and me lay around in the shade of that live oak tree on the hill.
Now it's hide-out shacks, better watch your back and cover every track of where you've been.
A thousand wrongs will never make it right, I can never go home again.

Lord forgive me, I know just what I do.
I'll take what I need and then I leave the rest to my momma and you.
And that tin roof cabin might not have been heaven but it's closer than I've ever been.
God bless an outlaw's weary soul, I can never go home again.

Scatter gun blast tears a ten inch hole through an empty burlap sack.
As I say my peace for my brothers and me my whole world fades to black.
Here's three new graves underneath the shade of that live oak tree on the hill.
Overlooking momma's porch with a fresh coat of paint and a shiny new Coup De Ville.

Lord forgive me, I know just what I've done.
I've been through hell and found myself on the wrong end of a gun.
And that tin roof cabin might not have been heaven but it's closer than I've ever been.
God bless an outlaw's weary soul, I thought I'd never make it home.
God bless an outlaw's weary soul, I guess I finally made it home again.