Count up my money  It's in the pocket of my coat  We passed a motel a mile or so back  We've both been yelling  We're tired and we're angry  Now it's started raining on us both    [Chorus]  I heard you say you're homesick for Nashville  I heard you say you miss your folks in Escanaba  I want to hear your ideas on direction    Call up your father  If you think you want to go home  I'll take you there if you say so  But I can remember  When we bought this automobile  From a used up junky  In the southern hills    [Chorus]    I want to know what I did so wrong in Vegas  I obeyed every word you said  My ears must have been so tightly covered  To miss every grateful word you said  To miss every grateful word you said  To miss every grateful word you said    Two nights short of a good night's sleep  So twenty miles later we're searching  For anything when you pull me over  To the side of the road  You sit there, you shut up  I look for my magazine  You begin reading while I'm scared to speak  Unable to bed I go to the street  Well this storm's hurt my feelings  And I'm made to feel stupid  And I come back coughing  Lord and I come back    [Chorus]