Lyrics of 'Dusty Turnaround' by Lizzie West

You take that dusty turnaround
Yellow brick road
Just remember, man
There is no place like home

And if they tell you
Chance has passed you by
You thank the rank
Of a jealous man's lie
And you want so badly to go
Where you have never been before
Make like a hobo man
I cannot help you anymore

You take that dusty turnaround
Yellow brick road
Just remember man
There is no place like home

She goes to the one-eyed butler
Across the street
Fix me something fast
For they are hungry
And they must eat
He gives her the makings
Of a very fine meal
She throws them at his feet
Don't you tell me how I feel
And he takes two to thin
Of how the story goes
By the time he warns her folks
She is halfway do the road

You take that dusty turnaround
Yellow brick road
Just remember man
There is no place like home

There are two lovers on the hill
For him she would die
And for her he would kill
He keeps his hands in her curls
They want to change the world
But then he thinks
That she might be crazy
Like the ones he's had before
So he bolts and he locks the cabin door
He bolts and he locks the cabin door

You take that dusty turnaround
Yellow brick road
Just remember man
There is no place like home

There's one to fight and one to think
And one to tell us what it feels like on the brink
And one whose chance won't pass her by
She might be crazy man, but I tell you what, she might be wise
She lives to break the jealous man's lie
She travels far and she travels wide
She travels far and travels wide

You take that dusty turnaround
Yellow brick road
Just remember man
There is no place like home

You take that dusty turnaround
Yellow brick road
Just remember man
There is no place like home

Oh, how I say

You take that dusty turnaround
Yellow brick road
Just remember man
There is no place like home

You take that dusty turnaround
Yellow brick road
Just remember man
There is no place like home