I Aint Goin Home (Album Version) - Van Dyk Parks

Fine day for fishin Fine day for wishin

All that I miss is my fair weather friend

Feelin' like foolin' around Somewheres I never be found

Wastin' my time Would it be a crime if I climb

Back in the bottle again

Where a friend meets a friend

Where the bowed may unbend

Where the fast is forgiven We get what we give in

And livin' is easy again

High time for drinkin' High time for thinkin'

Down where the cotton would melt in my mouth

Watchin' the world go around

Stood up but standin' my ground

Standin' so tall away from it all when I crawl

Back in the bottle again

Far is further than eye can see

I would go where you won't bother me

Other places I would rather be than there

I AIN'T GOIN' HOME

Though with dis-responsibility

Underneath this domesticitree

Evenif my missus misses me tonight

I AIN'T GOIN' HOME

Bring me just another mouth to feed

Care not now where ere the path may lead

Who hath holpen now fill every need

Not me I AIN'T GOIN' HOME

Found dis-for-straction

That's my relaxion

Out of the action and happy again

Don't go be mindin'me of pity of brotherly love

Birds gotta swim and fish gotta fry when I cry

Back in the bottle again

I AIN'T GOIN' HOME