That's right Leroy tune it up with the drum That sounds real good
I don't wanna go home Why should I I don't wanna go home Nobody wants go home I'll tell you why
Last night I took a nap in Detroit City And I dreamed about my papa's old cotton patch My poor back was breaking both my knees was aching The redbugs kept on bitin' but I didn't have time to scratch (Oh Gosh)
I don't wanna go home I don't wanna go home Nobody wants go home
Well heck fire Leroy I thought you had it in tune there once You got a little slippage
Well Bobby I hear you're leaving Detroit City Going back to the hills in Tennessee But I'll still make the cars and I'll still make the bars Lots of crazy little women to keep me comopany
You see I work in this automobile factory in Detroit City In the shock exsorber division Did you ever look inside one of them shock exsorbers (No) Well they got a little ole round washer right in the top of 'em (Yeah) And my job is cram this little round washer into ever one Of them shock exsorbers that comes down that long conveyer belt (Yeah) Heck I only been there six years And I'm already the number one washer cramer In the whole shock exsorber division That's right
I don't wanna go home I don't wanna go home Nobody wants go home
I may have to send Leroy home If he don't get that dern thing in tune Come on Leroy keep tryin' son And don't give up for a minute Play like Grady Martin does
Compositores: Melvin Tillis, Horace e. Dill, Sheb Wooley ECAD: Obra #23601210