Go On Home

Well you say you gonna catch me
Put me six feet under
Better listen to me, buddy
To what I've got to say
I ain't a bad man
That's plain to see
But bad man don't mess around with me
Well I'm fresh out of prison
Ten years in San quentin
Lost my wife and family
Don't feel so nice
So before you reach, for that blade
I ain't do that time just for shooting dice
I wasn't looking for trouble, I never do
But the man I killed, acted just like you
Well I had a little boy, like the one you've got
Tho you ain't much
I guess you are all his got
You better go home
Just walk away
Better go home
And through that blade away