In my hometown we drink whiskey
But not the good kind
We kiss girls we don’t mean too
All the time

We got wives at home & they’re
Always on our minds
& we’re always a quarter away
From a dime

So write your letters, & say your thanks
Send it across the riverbank
We’re stuck out here & we’re all alone
Yet we don’t wanna go home...

There’s a bar not very far from my house
Where everybody knows my name
I spend every day
Exactly the same

Sunday morning people rise up for church
I wake up & walk down the street
I walk through the bar door & on to the floor
& dance with every woman
That I meet

So say your prayers & get on your knees
Cos in this place Christ is all you need
We’re stuck out here with no where to go
But please, don’t make us go home...


-Jake Ryan
Wichita, KS