Better Go Home

Author Unknown

Well you say you’re gonna cut me, put me six feet under.

Better listen to me buddy, to what I’ve got to say.

I aint a bad man, that’s plain to see,

But bad men don’t mess around with me

 

Well I’m fresh out of prison, ten years in San Quentin

Lost my wife & family, I don’t feel so nice!

So before you reach fer that blade,

I didn’t do that time just for shooting dice.

 

I wasn’t lookin fer trouble, I never do.

But the man I killed acted just like you.

Well I had a little boy like the one you’ve got

Though you aint much, I guess you’re all he’s got

 

So you better go home, just walk away

Better go home and throw that blade away.

Better go home and throw that blade away,

Better go home - and throw that blade - away!

 

I learned this song in the 1960s, from an old reel2reel tape recording found at a friend’s house.  I don’t know the artist or the author.  And I’ve long ago lost contact with my friend. 

If anyone can enlighten me, as to its origins, I would be obliged!

 

It has occurred to me that if it were reissued, it might give a stern warning to kids about the folly of carrying knives…

 

Len