Well it's a hard time for the traveller   And it's a high time for the poor   Something's very wrong here   This key won't fit the door   I'm gonna call a lawyer   Gonna call the president   Sure I heard the words you said   I just don't know what you meant      Chorus   Won't manhandle anymore   Just wanna tell the world I'm home   Yes I'm home   Slide over baby   Your bad dream's back again      Got a rifle - totin' man   He's got a shot-gun in his hand   We don't care no more   We've got a dead - bolt on the door   Tonight we're gonna see who wins   We're gonna suffer for our sins   We're gonna knock down all the windows   We're gonna let the cold wind blow      Chorus      I don't understand the bother   Appreciate the fuss   Fogging up the windows   On a big fat greyhound bus   Everybody's talkin'   There's such a carry on   By the time they form a posse'   I'll be long gone         I'm home   I'm back   I'm home   Ooh alright baby   Your bad dream's back again