Rodzroom

Find Ur Way Home

50 dollar haircut
50 dollar pair of shoes
50 dollar girlfriend
50 dollar bottle of booze
50 dollar tshirt
50 dollar pack of smoke
50 dollar buys the movies
50 dollar jokes

i think you got a way to go
i think you better find ur way home

i hear your fights and i feel like im in your space
expecting bullets to fly or a slap in the face
i hear you got hauled into the county jail
50 dollars ain’t enough for your ass to make bail

i think you got a way to go
i think you better find ur way home
i think you got a way to go
i think you better find ur way back home

50 dollar haircut
50 dollar pair of boots
50 dollar girlfriend
50 dollar lines of toots
50 dollar tshirt
50 dollar bag of smoke
50 dollar buys the movie
50 dollar jokes

i think you gotta way to go
i think you better find your way home
i think you gotta way to go
i think you better walk on by and keep on goin and find your way back home

©2010 Rod West

About

My upstairs neighbors fought all the time. And once maybe every two weeks, the guy would get taken away in an ambulance while overdosing on one drug or another. This song was a sort of wish out to the universe that did, eventually, come true. The electric piano/organ sound is what happens when you crank the pre-amp of a little Behringer mixer.

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