Home Is Where

Give me back my smoking pistol
 I feel lost so far from home
 Give me back my smoking pistol
 I've got problems of my own
 I gave you wreaths of gold and silver
 Rest those laurels on your head
 Laid you out on sheets of linen
 but rest assured that you're far from dead
 Lay down softly on the left side of my bed
 Speak softly, oh so softly as the moon light turns
 blood red
 Give me back my smoking pistol so I wont be all alone
 Give my back my smoking pistol
 I've got problems of my own
 Home is where you find it, you hide it
 I gave you diamonds, i gave you emeralds,
 Weighed you down with precious stones
 Took you down off of your throne
 Now i am so alone
 Lay down slowly on the right side of my bed
 Whisper softly, oh so softly
 Shots ring inside my head
 I took you in my arms
 The night was raining lead
 Kissed you gently, oh so gently
 For the time we had was spent
 Give me back my smoking pistol
 I feel lost so far from home
 Give me back my smoking pistol
 So i don't feel all alone, so all alone
 Home is where we find it, hide it