Coming Home

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