Lyrics to Run Back Home

big sugar - rolling pin
ll, rolling pin a-rolling rolling, rolling, rolling although it makes me holler, you know i'm gonna run back home to my baby home to my baby i swear, i know my old bulldog, lord anytime i hear him bark lord, and

blindside - slow motion
slipped away out of my hands like a soap once again hey what a day, gone for the night and then run back home and tuck yourself in for a needed sleep for another work-week, what a day what a day then wake up,

the byrds - mae jean goes to hollywood
ping gasoline i'm getting tired of waiting for you to figure out why this city is unclean mae jean run back home with me and i'll go back to working on your daddy's farm mae jean

connie smith - ain't nothin' shakin' (but the leaves)
well ever since the day that you left me i been whinin' like a little ole pup somewhere down when you left town and you ain't a gonna come back up a walkin' and wearin' out leather a skippin' out the run back home

david wilcox - in the broken places
he bones you walked upon were shattered a year ago you crashed on this bridge right here but we can run back home today, you were made that way you're stronger than ever now in the broken places stronger than eve

diffie joe - in my own backyard
weeds have choked out all the flowers but they can’t kill the memory lord, i’d love to run back home but there’s no one there for me and that grass i used to hate to mow, sure is looking green

dwight yoakam - i sang dixie
all his rebel pride so i sang 'dixie' as he died he said, "listen to me, son, while you still can run back home to that southern land don't you see what life here has done to me?" then he closed those old blue e

eric schwartz - great big world
ozie it’s a floozy with a quadriplegic daughter who’s a swinger so i better not linger i run back home and i put the groceries on the table turn on the tube, thousand channels of pirate cable strip down

foreigner - growing up the hard way
(mick jones/lou gramm)he's got nothing to say, he's got no excusehe's just made that way, and he's gonna stay that waylike a dog on the loose in a firework display, in a world of his ownno, no, no, he run back home

the four seasons - cry myself to sleep
l i had after all i'm still a man i'll face the world the best i can each day i laugh outside then run back home to hide and then i cry myself to sleep i cry myself to sleep i cry myself to sleep

jayhawks - better days
better days) what you regret, you softly said are things you never do i regret, i didn't turn and run back home to you too late for hope but a dream remembered lay me down, down, ooh too late for hope but a dre

joe diffie - in my own backyard
and the weeds have choked out all the flowers, but they can't kill the memories. lord, i'd love to run back home , but there's no one there for me. and that grass i used to hate to mow, sure is lookin' green. oh

john mayer trio - hearts so heavy
ave all i could kept a little finding it hard to believe everything's gone gone gone how m i gonna run back home with a heart so heavy how m i gonna make my way when i can't find the road how m i gonna beat this

joni mitchell - day after day
to say he'll follow you someday but someday seems a million miles away wish i could turn around and run back home again i've had no mercy since the blues got on this train day after day make a dollar, need it twi

lemonheads - glad i don't know
ar i'll get. i'm glad i don't know. i'm glad i don't know. you just play your tricks all day, and run back home to bed.b5 i bet when you get there, you just wanna get out, wishing you were dead. or maybe you're

lorrie morgan - dear me
's my only one if he could see me now sitting here all alone if he could read these words, would he run back home ? dear me dear me, do you really mind? you're the only friend who will take the time to hear me oh

morgan lorrie - dear me
e's my only one.if he could see me now,sitting here all alone,if he could read these words,would he run back home ?dear me.dear me,do you really mind?you're the friendwho will take the time to hear me.oh and all th

muppets - muck and goo
be late.give me, give me number nine,a bag of bones and a ball of twine.give me, give me number ten, run back home and start again.nine, nine, a ball of twine,first it's yours and then it's mine.ten, ten, that's th

my favorite highway - go
're on your own cause i lie to myself that i need what i don't when i wish that you'd call and i'd run back home but i hate when i heal then i leave when i won't cause i think that i'll find something else and