Goin' to the well where the water comes from Going' to the farm where it was her home Where she took my heart Girl, won't you come back home? Goin' to the yard where the dead have gone Goin' to the church where I prayed for them When heaven took my father, no one ever sang him a song I'm already one of their kind Goin' to the jail where my brother's gone He's not coming home for a long, long time He traded in his soul for a red, thrill ride Don't you go following him I'm already one of his kind I'm goin' to the middle where they don't notice me I can get outside without feelin' any heat Where there is no one else there Dog, won't you come along? I'm already one of their kind I don't wanna be one of their kind