Cryin All The Way Home

“Cryin’ Home to Michelle”

By Kurt (feat. the Square Cow Blues)

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Pulled up to the yard, coffee spill on my vest,

Crew rollin’ their eyes, treatin’ me like a pest.

Tried to give ’em the route, tried to play it cool,

But Joe called me “clipboard cowboy” and Dillon said “you fool.”

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I just wanted respect, maybe a “good job, boss,”

Instead they laughed when I tripped and fell into the sauce.

Said “Kurt, don’t book nothin’,” then tossed me a broom,

So I swept up my pride and I left that room.

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Now I’m cryin’ home to Michelle, my ride-or-die,

She’s got casserole and Kleenex when I just wanna cry.

They don’t see the weight I bear or the heart I give—

They just see a branch manager who’s sensitive.

So I’m cryin’ home to Michelle…

Just tryin’ to live.

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I brought donuts one day, thought I’d make ’em smile,

But they said “we don’t need sugar, we need jobs compiled.”

Tried to help ‘em load, pulled my back on the spot,

And Dillon yelled “Go home, man—you’re sweatin’ a lot.”

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Now I’m drivin’ slow past the county line,

Thinkin’ ’bout quitting and drinkin’ boxed wine.

But Michelle’s porch light’s always on bright,

With hugs and hashbrowns to make it all right.

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Yeah, I’m cryin’ home to Michelle, with my tie half-undone,

She says, “You’re still my hero—even if they made fun.”

Square Cow may break me, but love never bends—

Karen’s got arms and a Hallmark weekend.

So I’m cryin’ home to Michelle…

Again.