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
But rest assured you're far from dead
Lay down softly on the left side of my bed
Speak 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
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

I gave you diamonds
I gave you emeralds
Weight you down with precious stones
Little finger on the trigger
Took you down off of your throne
Now I am so alone
Now I am 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