RANDY COME HOME

CHEAP TALK DON'T DO SHIT AROUND HERE
CHEAP TALK WON'T DO THE TRICK
OPEN YOUR MOUTH, THIRTY THOUSAND COMES OUT
SPREAD OPEN YOUR LEGS FOR THAT NO GOOD PRICK

OH OH RANDY COME HOME
OH WHATCHA DOIN' WITH HIM
OH OH RANDY COME HOME
YOUR GUMS ARE BLEEDIN' AND YOU'RE LOOKIN' SO THIN

I KNOW A THING OR TWO ABOUT ABSENT FATHERS
I KNOW A THING OR TWO ABOUT RED WINE
I BEEN ON THE BOTTOM OF SOME DEALS WORTH FORGETTIN'
I BEEN CHEATED BUT NOT THIS TIME!

OH OH RANDY …

THEY FOUND YOU IN THE DITCH WITH SCRATCHES ON YOUR HAND
THEY GOT KEEPERS IN A CELL DOWNTOWN
I TOLD YOU THAT BOY WAS WEIRDER THAN A MONKEY
I TOLD YOU I DIDN'T WANT HIM AROUND …

OH OH RANDY…

Jon Houlon, Hillside Blue Music, 2003

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