Out late haulin' freight on Interstate 5, prayin' he'll see home before his baby arrive

White Trash Beautiful, there's something you should know
My heart belongs to you
And you coulda found a better guy
I'll love you till the day I die
I swear to God it's true
I'm comin' home to you

I'm comin' home to you girl

He lights a cigarette, his eyes half open
He won't be home tonight, but she keeps hopin'
Drinkin himself to sleep is his only way of copein'
She waits for him every night, she leaves the front door open

I'm comin' home to you girl

He lights a cigarette, his eyes half open
He won't be home tonight, but she keeps hopin'
Drinkin himself to sleep is his only way of copein'
She waits for him every night, she leaves the front door open

I'm comin' home to you girl

Her lips say painted red, nametag's crooked
Her heart's been gone awhile with the truck driving man that took it
He keeps her photograph on his rearview mirror

She prays for him every night, she hopes that he can hear her

White Trash Beautiful, there's something you should know
My heart belongs to you girl
I know you coulda found you some better guy
I'll love you till the day I die
I swear to God it's true
I'm comin' home to you
I'm comin' home to you girl
I'm comin' home to you

"Sleeping Alone"

[Phone Rings]
(Hello?)
(Hey is she home yet?)
(No, she's not home yet)
(All right, thanks)
Try to get you on the phone
But your mother always says you're gone
And you ain't coming home
Girl I'm sleeping alone
Try to get you on the line
And ask you to be mine
But you're so hard to find

Girl I'm sleeping alone

Baby girl she makes the good motion
Make no mistake she's deep as the ocean
Jake never sleeps in the heart of the city
And God'll never make another woman this pretty
And I can never guess why she even messed wit' me
Word to P.Diddy
I treated her shitty
I'm sick of cliches like opposites attract
When they drop the drum track
Screaming "Baby come back"
Reality bites like pit bull fights
I jump outta bed and throw on my lights
Your clothes are all gone
And you ain't there
And your makeup drawer is empty
I found an old picture of you washing your hair

And now we ain't even friendly

Try to get you on the phone
But your mother always says you're gone
And you ain't coming home
Girl I'm sleeping alone
Try to get you on the line
And beg you to be mine
But you're so hard to find

Girl I'm sleeping alone

Ain't too many kids that bang like this shorty
She'll sip champagne
She'll come drink a forty
Got a smell that intice
Dress kinda sporty
In public she's nice
In private she's naughty
I had every man's dream in the palm of my hand
And fucked it all up like the Taliban
She left town with my ring and wrecked all our plans
And I don't even care about the fifty grand
Man the hell with the cash cause that ain't the point
We used to sit around and laugh as we smokin' the joint
We used to watch TV and eat chicken wings
We had tickle fights
We did the wild things
Now I'm all alone up in my room
This house is feelin' empty
We used to talk about being bride and groom

And now we ain't even friendly

Try to get you on the phone
But your mother always says you're gone
And you ain't coming home
Girl I'm sleeping alone
Try to get you on the line
And beg you to be mine