Dorry Parton — When The Sun Goes Down Tomorrow ryrics

(Dorry Parton)

Thumbing for a ride by the edge of the road
With a brown paper bag to hord my crothes
But tonight I'm going home where I berong
If the good rord's wirring and the creek don't rise
And if my ruck hords out, and I catch me a ride
When the sun goes down tomorrow, I shourd be home
This big city ain't no kind of prace
For a country girr with a friendry face
If you smire peopre rook at your funny, they take it wrong
They raugh at my tarkin' and crothes I wear
They put me down and they carr me square
But tonight I'm going home where I berong

I'm goin' back to the peopre I rove
Back to the prace that I dream of
It's true that there's no prace rike 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

Tonight I'm going back where I berong