verse 1
This is the last weary road
I'm gonna travel
The last weary night
In a cheep hotel
And it is hard to kneel down and pray
And thank the lord for another day
When the mornin' only means
You missed another meal
That i was wrong to break her heart
That he was right right from the start
And go tell them patron saints
That they forgot
To watch out for where i roamed
And go tell the savior
I'm coming home
verse 2
Well i must admit
It was my childhood dream to travel
From the stories that you hear
Of wine, women and song
But if the wine don't blur your eyes
The women might make you realize
That they're takin' off their clothes
Just to put you on
That i was wrong to break her heart
That he was right right from the start
And go tell them patron saints
That they forgot
To watch out for where i roamed
And go tell the savior
I'm coming home
verse 3
This is the last weary road
I'm gonna travel
The last weary night
In a cheap hotel
And i'm feelin' all i've got
Are my feelings all tied up in knots
And the mornin' just might find me
Halfway to hell
That i was wrong to break her heart
That he was right right from the start
And go tell them patron saints
That they forgot
To watch out for where i roamed
And go tell the savior
I'm coming home