This Time - Courtney Marie Andrews

Haven’t been home in four years

I’ve forgotten the road that takes me there

Haven’t seen a face like yours in a long time

Hell, I’ve seen the hungry on the streets

Hell, I’ve been the hungry on the streets

I’ve seen everything from here to the midnight

But I ain’t going back this time

I ain’t going back this time

I ain’t going back

I’ve been holdin' on this lonely blues

Just to try and make a buck or two

Just to try and make enough for a nice bed tonight

I’ve met men in every dirty pub

In the corners of every city slum

I’ve stayed with the prince of Thailand through the summertime

But I ain’t going back this time

I ain’t going back this time

I ain’t going back

These boots been movin' much to fast

But I think I’ll stay and share a glass

Can I stay with you in your nice bed tonight?

In fact these boots they haven’t touched the ground

Never been taught to stick around

But I think I’ll stay and settle down for a while

'Cause I ain’t going back this time

I ain’t going back this time