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Lletres: A Verse Unsung. Coming Home.

Baby I?m coming home, don?t ask me where I?ve been.
This road has been so long sometimes I feel I can?t go on.

She say?s, ?Hey boy honey, don?t make me wait.?
I said, ?Girl don?t worry, I won?t be late.?
I miss you babe, and I wanna know
Just if you?ll stay to take me home.

And every time I go I say the say damn thing.

Baby I?m coming home, don?t ask me where I?ve been.
This road has been so long sometimes I feel I can?t go on.

I got 500 miles to go I?m late,
And I still stay standing but it?s in vain.
I got one more reason I?m up too late,
I got a hotel fever and I can?t wait.

And every time I go I say the say damn thing

Baby I?m coming home, don?t ask me where I?ve been.
This road has been so long sometimes I feel I can?t go on