Well, the show's all over
  I'll just pack my guitar
  Well, what am I doing here, girl?
  Get up--c'mon make for your car
  Head on back to where the air is clear
  There's a young girl there
  Who's part of my life
  She says I'm her only
  I call her my wife
  I'm so glad to be back home again
  Well, let me sit down slowly
  Put my feet up somewhere
  I let it all out of my head
  Well a day-dreamin' guitar-pickin'
  Nothin'-doin' pint of milk
  Wakes up with the horrors
  Of a hotel bed
  But it's alright, there's a hand on my cheek
  And it belongs to the girl
  That makes my will power weak
  I'm so glad to be back home again
  Oh, get on home
  Well, there's a young girl there
  Who's part of my life
  She says I'm her only
  But I call her my wife
  I'm so glad to be back home again
  Ooh, ooh
  Get on home, yeah
  I'm so glad to be back home again
  I don't want your money
  But I just want your lovin'
  Well, I'm so glad to be back home again
  I don't want your money
  But I just want your lovin'
  I'm so glad to be back home again
  I don't want your money
  But I just want your lovin'
  I'm so glad to be back home again
  I don't want your money
  But I just want your lovin'
  I'm so glad I'm back home again
  I don't want your money
  But I just want your lovin'