Текст пісні Never Coming Home - Eric Andersen

Never Coming Home

You can’t buy me, baby, with your silver
You can’t buy me, baby, with your gold
And I don’t care if your daddy’s rich and famous
Baby, I ain’t never, ever comin' home
Now, If my parents ask you where I’m goin'
Then tell 'em that I come out here to the West Country
And if you get worried and think I need your high-tone advice
Well listen, baby, please don’t talk to me
'Cause you wrote me a letter, and you told me that I was crazy
Didn’t even have 'nuff schoolin' to be a bum
Let me tell you there’s a highway for the askin'
You can bet your bottom dollar that I want some
Oh, you can’t buy me, baby, with your silver
You can’t buy me, baby, with your gold
And I don’t care if your daddy’s rich and famous
Baby, I ain’t never, ever comin' home
As long as I got my guitar in my hand
Long as my pretty lady’s right by my side
And I don’t want your big black Cadillac comin' 'round my door
'Cause there’s plenty of fast freight trains that I’d rather ride
Let me tell you 'bout my first friend, he’s in jail
Second friend is married as he can be
And the third friend he’s on bail
So let me tell you, gal, that I wanna be free
You can’t buy me, baby, with your silver
And you can’t buy me, baby, with your gold
I don’t care if your daddy is rich and famous, and he is
'Cause, baby, I ain’t never, ever comin' home