My Ancestral Home Of New Jersey

[Em]When I die they're gonna [G]bury me in Jersey,
Ye-hea well I just know it man.
I'll be-- cold-cocked bag of bones
weighed down with stones in the swamps of Jersey.
There ain't know way I'm moving back there now.

[C]"Never [G]trust a man who don't drink," my papa told me
[C]he was [G]talking about me at the [Em]time
[G]"The easy way out ain't no damn wa[Em]y out." pop would scol[G]d me,              [C]
he said [A]"Hey - [A]hey - [A]hey -[A]hey , Ge[G]t back in[B7] the-"

The sun was shining the day I drove out of Jersey
And the girls all flashed me a smile
Sometimes I miss those days
That's right you heard me
Other times I could not give a damn
"Never trust a man who don't drink," papa told me
He said "Pick up the tab when you can.
Don't be saving for no rainy days."
my pop would scold me, he said,
"Get back in the -"

[Em]Do the kids still [G]sing and dance in?
[A]Are the kids still [C]drinking and fucking?
Do the kids still smash shit up in?
Do the kids still sing and dance, drink and fuck
smash it up in the homeland?