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Not Wanted At HomeI was just lockin’ up, when he staggered in my barRed stain on his ragged shirt, duct tape ‘round his armTV said he’d slipped the law, in a blaze of guns n smokeI said, “Mister, why not head home, and say farewell to your folksHe said “there’s roadblocks, from the border to San AntoneI’m wanted ‘cross the southwest, but I’m not wanted at home”He told me how his daddy, looked out for everyone elseLet his fam‘ly eat two bisquits, saved the last one for himselfLost his dad in a summer flood, heard him prayin’ in the darkCurrent pulled him from his hands, off their kitchen table arkSaid he’d just order a jug, and make his stand aloneCos hell is for every lost soul, who’s not wanted at homeHe’d looted for his mama, cos she was diabeticTheir block wasn’t on the list, for doctors n paramedicsCop caught him filling gunny sacks, by the canned good shelvesDumped two sacks of food n water, saved the last one for himselfHe spent two years in juvy…no visits, no calls on the phoneSaid his Ma believed the law, he’s not wanted at homeAnd that here in Texas, pardons are for the richAnd a cell on death row, is a Motel 666He pointed at the brandy, I kept on the upper shelfI poured him shot after shot, saved the last one for myselfHe said any time I liked, I was free to goBut I sample what I sell, so I’m not wanted at homeWhen that tear gas came in, the thunder of his 44s.Echoed like the gallop, of a haunted pale horseThe cops said that some rookie, sent that outlaw to hellBut before he ran out of bullets, he saved the last one for himselfSo print that if you dare, it don’t matter to his bonesCos hell is for every lost soul, who’s not wanted at home©2007 Robert George