He is from the work of a Southern writer
Where every man's a fighter
Where the strong survive
And the weak move north to rest
And he had lines of silver
And hands that delivered
Me down to the river
To drift away alone
And I will never understand
The heart of a lonely man
Why my own wheels are gonna carry me
Far from his gentle hands
And baby, I can't come home
Lord, I've been away now just too damn long
And I can't love wrong
No, I can't love wrong
Late night when the bars are empty
And my liquor's been plenty
And the fiction read
Rests heavy on my tongue
I miss the sound of his dreaming
I can't believe, I am leaving
All that I ever wanted
'Cause I can't love wrong
And I will never understand
The heart of a lonely man
Why my own wheels are gonna carry me
Far from his gentle hands
And baby, I can't come home
Lord, I've been away now just too damn long
And I can't love wrong
No, I can't love wrong
Well, baby, I can't come home
Lord, I've been away now just too damn long
And I can't love wrong
No, I can't love wrong
Oh honey, I can't love wrong
No, I can't love wrong