Three long months on the road
Hearing the same old jokes and eating fast food
Hauling the gear and breaking it down
Riding in this van from town to town
No, going on the road really isn't much fun
Working all night and sleeping til one
It's true, I want to run back baby to you
Run, run back baby to you
Run, run back baby to you
Working drunken crowds in rundown bars
Lining up gigs and passing out cards
Writing songs people don't want to hear
All they ever want are standards and beer
No, going on the road really isn't much fun
Working all night and sleeping til one
It's true, I want to run back baby to you
Run, run back baby to you
Run, run back baby to you
Trying to find a room on the phone
Riding along wishing for home
Even good friends can wear you down
When all you want to do is sleep and they keep fooling around
No, going on the road really isn't much fun
Working all night and sleeping til one
It's true, I want to run back baby to you
Run, run back baby to you
Run, run back baby to you
(Unwanted Freedom: From Home)
* A song for those who dream of being in a touring live music act
The Two Wilsons - Run Back Baby to You Lyrics
The Two Wilsons - Run Back Baby to You Lyrics
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Three long months on the road
Hearing the same old jokes and eating fast food
Hauling the gear and breaking it down
Riding in this van from town to town
No, going on the road really isn't much fun
Working all night and sleeping til one
It's true, I want to run back baby to you
Run, run back baby to you
Run, run back baby to you
Working drunken crowds in rundown bars
Lining up gigs and passing out cards
Writing songs people don't want to hear
All they ever want are standards and beer
No, going on the road really isn't much fun
Working all night and sleeping til one
It's true, I want to run back baby to you
Run, run back baby to you
Run, run back baby to you
Trying to find a room on the phone
Riding along wishing for home
Even good friends can wear you down
When all you want to do is sleep and they keep fooling around
No, going on the road really isn't much fun
Working all night and sleeping til one
It's true, I want to run back baby to you
Run, run back baby to you
Run, run back baby to you
(Unwanted Freedom: From Home)
* A song for those who dream of being in a touring live music act
Hearing the same old jokes and eating fast food
Hauling the gear and breaking it down
Riding in this van from town to town
No, going on the road really isn't much fun
Working all night and sleeping til one
It's true, I want to run back baby to you
Run, run back baby to you
Run, run back baby to you
Working drunken crowds in rundown bars
Lining up gigs and passing out cards
Writing songs people don't want to hear
All they ever want are standards and beer
No, going on the road really isn't much fun
Working all night and sleeping til one
It's true, I want to run back baby to you
Run, run back baby to you
Run, run back baby to you
Trying to find a room on the phone
Riding along wishing for home
Even good friends can wear you down
When all you want to do is sleep and they keep fooling around
No, going on the road really isn't much fun
Working all night and sleeping til one
It's true, I want to run back baby to you
Run, run back baby to you
Run, run back baby to you
(Unwanted Freedom: From Home)
* A song for those who dream of being in a touring live music act
Writer: Wilson Geisler III
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid