Well, I woke one morning

Found you staring down at me

You said "I'll take my share now, father please"

And you took your money

And you took your leave

You drilled my heart and turned your back on me

And you hit the town

And you hit the bottle hard

You race 'round in your fancy cars and you blow all your money

On brothels, beds, and bars

Before you know your broken times get hard

I still stand here waiting

With my eyes fixed on the road

And I fight back tears and I wonder

If you're [bad word] home

Don't you know son that I love you

And I don't care where you've been

So [bad word] home

And now you've hit bottom

All those open doors have shut

And you're hungry stomach's tied in knots

But I know what you're thinking

That you troubled me enough

Nothing could ever separate you from my love

I still stand here waiting

With my eyes fixed on the road

And I fight back tears and I wonder

If you're [bad word] home

Don't you know son that I love you

And I don't care where you've been

Yes and I'll be right here waiting

'Till [bad word] around the bend

And [bad word] to you and hold you close

Won't let go again

So, [bad word] home
 [bad word] home

Don't you know son that I love you?

And I don't care where you've been
 [bad word] home