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(Rod Stewart / Ron Wood)
Never been a millionaire
and I tell you mama I don care
Never gonna own a race-horse
or a fast back mid-engine Porsche
Don think Il own a private jet
on the Stock Exchange I no threat
So won you help me make up my mind
Don you think I better get myself back home
Sitting in the moonlight glow
excuse me if my feelings show
Watching all the trucks roll by
dreaming up an alibi
You see, back home I considered the fool
but maybe theye right I don know
So can you help make up my mind
Don you think I better get myself back home
Who cares
Daddy says hel buy me car
to drive just as far as I need
He wants me back at any expense
He got a lot more money than sense
Funny but now that I'm gone
they all wanna be concerned
Oh please can you make up my mind
Don you think I better get myself back home
Just don know what to do
Maybe Il walk, maybe Il ride, maybe Il never ever decide
Get out da way
I gotta get on home
I gotta get home as soon as I can