TURNPIKE TROUBADOURS Come November

Lyrics from Musicaward TURNPIKE TROUBADOURS Come November Lyrics, singer by TURNPIKE TROUBADOURS

I’m learning how to live off nothing
Lord knows I’ve done it before
Late nights and early mornings
Waking up on a motel floor

Got some food and got some rest
With some new folks we met
Make you feel right at home
Make you feel like you never left

And most of the moneys spent
Lord I wish I knew where it went
Put my last quarter in a payphone making this call

I know itís rough but just remember
I’ll be home come November
Been running like hell
But it looks like time to crawl
See you in the fall if I see you at all

Going home with my hands dirty
Seen those hard working days
With empty pockets just like now
Trying to get by and turn a face

But I gave up the 9 to 5
Gave up on security
Give up on anything darling
As long as you donít give up on me

And most of the moneys spent
Lord I wish I knew where it went
Put my last quarter in a payphone making this call

I know itís rough but just remember
I’ll be home come November
Been running like hell
But it looks like time to crawl
See you in the fall if I see you at all

Started two night stands tomorrow night then on to Arkansas
And all this time to think
Will drive a man to drink
Just beating all our heads against this wall

And most of the moneys spent
Lord I wish I knew where it went
Put my last quarter in a payphone making this call

I know itís rough but just remember
I’ll be home come November
Been running like hell
But it looks like time to crawl
See you in the fall if I see you at all

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