When the sun goes down tomorrow

Thumbing For a Ride By the Edge of the Road
With a Brown Paper Bag to Hold My Clothes
But Tonight I'm Going Home Where I Belong
If the Good Lord's Willing and the Creek Don't Rise
And If My Luck Holds Out, and I Catch Me a Ride
When the Sun Goes Down Tomorrow, I Should Be Home
This Big City Ain't no Kind of Place
For a Country Girl With a Friendly Face
If You Smile People Look At Your Funny, They Take It Wrong
They Laugh At My Talkin' and Clothes I Wear
They Put Me Down and They Call Me Square
But Tonight I'm Going Home Where I Belong

Chorus:

I'm Goin' Back to the People I Love
Back to the Place That I Dream Of
It's True That There's no Place Like Home Sweet Home
The One I Want to See the Most
Is the Boy Who Begged Me Not to Go
When the Sun Goes Down Tomorrow