Home is Where

Give me back my smoking pistol.
I feel lost so far from home.
Give me back my smoking pistol.
I've got problems of my own.

I gave you wreaths of gold and silver.
Rest those laurels on your head.
Laid you out on sheets of linen.
Rest assured you're far from dead.

Lay down softly on the left side of my bed.
Speak so softly, oh so softly
as the moon light turns blood red.
Give me back my smoking pistol
so I won't be all alone.
Give me back my smoking pistol,
'cos I've got problems of my own.

Home is where, home is where,
home is where, home is where
you find it.
Home is where, home is where
we hide it, we hide it.

Gave you diamonds, gave you emeralds,
weight you down with precious stones.
Lift my finger on the trigger.
Took you down off of your throne.
Now I'm so alone.
Now I'm so alone.

Lay down slowly on the right side of my bed.
Whisper softly, oh so softly.
Shots ring out inside my head.
I took you in my arms.
The night was raining lead.
Kissed you gently, oh so gently.
For the time we had was spent.

Home is where, home is where,
home is where, home is where
you find it.
Home is where
we hide it, we hide it.

Home is where, home is where