Just Like Home - Tim Easton

I dreamed I was a bottle of bourbon

Trapped in a burning down house

Then I heard you screamin' in the other room

Tryin' to catch that roustabout

Breakin' lamps and tippin' over tables

Rubbin' your big knees to the bone

I heard an ashtray fly when he said goodbye

I was adreamin' I was still at home

So I jumped a couple trucks goin' southbound

Tucked the money in the toe of my boot

Left my bills in the bottom of the chimney and made off with my best friend’s

suit

Flyin' on down the two-lane, sittin' in the free man’s zone

And then another Peterbilt turned over

It wasn’t traffic it was just like home

Shotgun sleepin' and breakdown, in a ditch by the side of the road

Law man pullin' up from behind so he can keep it feelin' just like home

Finally down to Louisiana with the sweat rollin' off my head

I saw two women dancin' on the table tops and another dancin' on my bed

The room service tastes like cigarettes so I jump right back on the phone

They said, «The woman you with is late for work»

I said, «God dammit this is just like home»

It was just like home

Head on out California way

Stop and take a few jobs to go

I like to quit right after first payday

Before my footsteps get too slow

And as I’m leavin' town I hit my best girl’s house

And hit 'er up for a travelin' loan

They just roll their eyes and peel me off a few fives

Slam the door baby like home

Just like home

Movie stars and drag queens are draggin' me to the poor farm

I guess you better go now and leave me alone so we can keep it feelin' just

like home

Now I kick back east from LA to catch the strangers' blues at home

In two dozen hours I’ll be pushin' up flowers after I walk back through that

door

It’s good to be home

Just like home