Won't Be Home For Christmas

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