Lyrics:
If you will be my dancin' partner
We will dance to beat the band
So join the promenade
And lead the big parade
And if you don't get home at all
anymore
For wives should always be lovers too
Run to his arms the moment he comes home to you
I'm warning you
Day after day
There are girls
on the papers she still is mine
And I couldn't help but to call her, I said
Please release my little Margie, Bossman
And let her come back home to me
Please
of freedom make their home
Leave the earth to Satan and his slaves
Leave them to their future in their graves
Make a home where love is there to stay
Early in the mornin'
Early in the mornin'
I'm callin' you to
I'm callin' you to
Please come home
Yes, I guess I could make it without you
If I
The sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, baby blue
All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home
Your empty-handed army is all going
understand
Just what you will say when you get home
Because something is happening here but you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones?
You raise up
saver, I'm tryin' to do both of us a favor
Just come on in, come on in, come on in, now look here
Now I've got you home, can I come on in, girl?
You
dinner or anything she can
She cries alone at night too often
And I smoke and drink I don't come home at all
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women
If I knew the way I'd go back home
The countryside has changed so much I'd surely end up lost
Half-remembered names and faces so far in the past
know near my old home town
Where we two can go and try settling down
There, I'll care for you forever
'Cause you're all in the world I crave
But why
Well I'm Southbound, Lord I'm comin' home to you
Well I'm Southbound, baby, Lord I'm comin' home to you
I got that old lonesome feelin' that's
spend what you ain't get
Can't lose what you never had
Ah, you can't spend what you ain't get
Can't lose what you never had
Had a sweet little home
Well, every time that I come home
Nobody wants to let me be
It seems that all the friends I've got
Just got to come interrogate me
Well, I
I can't work late although I need the money
Gotta get home to my loving honey
She'll be there waiting, waiting impatiently
Love is on a roll, love is
Well, now it gettin',
Late on into the evenin' and I feel like, like blowin' my home.
When I woke up this mornin' all I, I had was gone.
Now it
as ice
Treat me nice
Make me feel at home
If you really care
Scratch my back and run your pretty
Fingers through my hair
You know I'll be your
real soon
You can send me a postcard
Mail it home to Do St Yard(?)
You know what loneliness brings
But Jah will guide you out and coming in
What
chill the air,
I don't care!
My love waits there in San Francisco,
above the blue and windy sea.
When I come home to you, San Francisco,
your golden
she's just sexy, sexy
She's sexy, sexy, sexy
All right
Now baby, bring
Your good thing home
Now baby, bring
Your good thing home
Soul sister
the time
Sue came home one afternoon
And found an empty dining room
Without a word her turtledove had flown
She began to moan
My sweetie went away but
But she missed her old home town (But she missed her old home town)
All the world was at her door
All except the boy next door who worked at the candy
I'd written every word
Someone told my story in a song
The lyrics told of happiness and home
And then it told of how you've done me wrong
Someone told
the corner
Don't go nowhere
What do I care?
Your kisses are worth waitin' for
Believe me
I don't stay out late
Don't care to go
I'm home about eight
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