Well when you're down on your luck and you ain't got a buck in London you're a goner
|
Even London Bridge has fallen down and moved to Arizona
|
Now I know why and I'll substantiate the rumor that the English sense of humor
|
Is drier than the Texas sand
|
You can put up your dukes, you can bet your boots, I'll be leavin' here as fast as I can
|
|
Chorus:
|
I want to go home with the armadillo, country music from Amarillo and Abilene
|
The friendliest people and the prettiest women you've ever seen
|
|
Well it's cold over here Lord I swear I wish they'd turn the heat on
|
And where in the world is that English girl I promised I would meet on the third floor
|
And of the whole damn lot the only friend I got is a smoke and a cheap guitar
|
My EYES keep rollin' and my heart keeps longin' to be home in a Texas bar
|
|
I want to go home with the armadillo...(chorus)
|
|
Well I decided that I'd get my cowboy hat and go down to Marble Arch Station
|
when a Texas fancies he'll take his chances
|
Chances will be taken that's for sure
|
And them Limey eyes they were eyin' the prize some people call manly footwear
|
And they said you're from down south and when you open your mouth
|
Son you always seem to put yout foot there
|
|
I want to go home with Armadilla...(chorus)
|
I want to go home with Armadilla...(chorus)
|
|
-----------------
|
London Homesick Blues
|
| David Allan Coe |
