i don t remember much about daddy at all said he drove a truck momma said he was handsome and tall but to me he was never more than just a picture on the wall and for my sixteenth birthday all he could give me was a call momma was a looker that s what the men would always say she must have tried em all out once daddy went away and to me our back door was just some beat up turnin page and i just sat there dyin inside there was nothin left to say and the wheels go round and the world gets cold and the best that i could hope for is just to die when i get old and these four walls drive me insane sometimes home is where the heart breaks momma died from cancer when i was twenty two and this house was all she left me so what else could i do i got a job out pavin highways and fell all in love with you and nine months later there s a nursery in what used to be my room now i come home we don t talk and you cry yourself to sleep and i sit here til the liquor finally gets the best of me then i crumple down beside you and kiss your tear stained cheek and realize this house is just a black hole and all i ever do is sink and the tears fall down and the world gets cold and the best that i could hope for is just to die when i get old and these four walls drive me insane sometimes home is where the heart breaks my son asked me saturday daddy how come you never smile the worst thing a man could do is just lie right to his child so i just tell some tired story bout years ago and runnin wild he can figure out the cold hard truth on his own in just awhile  and the years go by and the world gets cold and the best that i could hope for is just to die when i get old and these four walls drive me insane sometimes home is where the heart breaks sometimes home is where the heart breaks home is where the heart breaks