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Count up my money It's in the pocket of my coat We passed a motel a mile or so back We've both been yelling We're tired and we're angry Now it's started raining on us both Chorus I heard you say you're homesick for Nashville I heard you say you miss your folks in Escanaba I want to hear your ideas on direction Call up your father If you think you want to go home I'll take you there if you say so But I can remember When we bought this automobile From a used up junky In the southern hills Chorus I want to know what I did so wrong in Vegas I obeyed every word you said My ears must have been so tightly covered To miss every grateful word you said SongtexteTo miss every grateful word you said To miss every grateful word you said Two nights short of a good night's sleep So twenty miles later we're searching For anything when you pull me over To the side of the road You sit there, you shut up I look for my magazine You begin reading while I'm scared to speak Unable to bed I go to the street Well this storm's hurt my feelings And I'm made to feel stupid And I come back coughing Lord and I come back Chorus (Thanks to Rafael for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania