Smell smoke, perfume, whisky, and wine And I'll drink down, oh I'm even blind Photo flash starts to wake up my brain I love the way the girls call my name Hear the brake screech we pull up too A nice little bar is filled with a few My hand is pulled right straight through the crowd Haha, well I'll tell you now Baby I'll be on the road Honey I ain't coming home Honey I ain't coming home I'm gonna be on the road Honey I ain't coming home Baby don't call my phone Ain't come home Ain't come home I'm gonna be on the road I'll never leave morning, I'm feeling bad This toothpaste stain is driving me mad Pick up my bag run straight for the door Forgot to get the girl on the floor Laugh and cries as I enter in The four wheel motor filled with a grain Story and joke go rough through the car Haha We love going far Baby I'll be on the road Honey I ain't coming home Honey I ain't coming home I'm gonna be on the road Honey I ain't coming home Baby don't call my phone Ain't come home Ain't come home I'm gonna be on the road I'm gonna be on the road I'm gonna be on the road I'm gonna be on the road I'm gonna be on the road I'm gonna be on the road Honey I ain't coming home Baby don't call my phone Ain't come home Ain't come home