Never Coming Home

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Eric Andersen - Pop, Singer-Songwriter

Never Coming Home

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[Chorus] You can't buy me, baby, with your silver You can't buy me, baby, with your gold And I don't care if your daddy's rich and famous Baby, I ain't never, ever comin' home [Verse 1] Now, If my parents ask you where I'm goin' Then tell 'em that I come out here to the West Country And if you get worried and think I need your high-tone advice Well listen, baby, please don't talk to me [Verse 2] 'Cause you wrote me a letter, and you told me that I was crazy Didn't even have 'nuff schoolin' to be a bum Let me tell you there's a highway for the askin' You can bet your bottom dollar that I want some [Chorus] Oh, you can't buy me, baby, with your silver You can't buy me, baby, with your gold And I don't care if your daddy's rich and famous Baby, I ain't never, ever comin' home [Verse 3] As long as I got my guitar in my hand Long as my pretty lady's right by my side And I don't want your big black Cadillac comin' 'round my door 'Cause there's plenty of fast freight trains that I'd rather ride [Verse 4] Let me tell you 'bout my first friend, he's in jail Second friend is married as he can be And the third friend he's on bail So let me tell you, gal, that I wanna be free [Chorus] You can't buy me, baby, with your silver And you can't buy me, baby, with your gold I don't care if your daddy is rich and famous, and he is 'Cause, baby, I ain't never, ever comin' home

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  • Eric Andersen