Going south on 65
Left lane, leaving my old life
Nowhere bound
Gotta get out of this old town
It ain't for this heart of mine
So I won't be home for Christmas
It's too cold to feel a thing
This southern storm's chilling to
The bone and it's
Pushing me away
So before you come running after me
Remember why I've left
I won't be home
Yeah, I hope you know
I don't think I'll make it home
I'm Close to getting
Where I'm gonna be
Got no bags I gotta carry
A broken heart and my
Gibson guitar
Is all I've got to my name
So I won't be home for Christmas
It's too cold to feel a thing
This southern storm's chilling to
The bone and it's
Pushing me away
So before you come running after me
Remember why I've left
I won't be home
Yeah I hope you know
I don't think I'll make it home
This heavy heart of mine
Can't handle all the ice
So I won't be home for Christmas
It's too cold to feel a thing
This southern storm's chilling to
The bone and it's
Pushing me away
So before you come running after me
Remember why I've left
I won't be home
Yeah I hope you know
I won't be home
For Christmas