C'mon sugar, atke off your sneakers C'mon Baby, let down your hair I wanna see what's behind those glasses I gotta know what's under there Don't worry
Tennis ball and a catcher's mitt I remember that boy throwing it High up in the air then catching it While the oak tree leaves cheered Oh,look at me
ought to be They talk about stars and the latest syles They don't talk about much that seem worthwile Meanwhile.. (Chorus:) Me and my baby slip under the covers Get away from
ain't so bad Wouldn't hurt me to unload this load of mine And there's a for sale sign on a little house I saw just about a mile or so from here But I'
After driving all night Daddy stopped the car Said, "Wake up kids, here we are This is our new home" From that Oldsmobile all I could see Was an ocean
' same in Johnsonville. Your stubborn 'ol Daddy ain't said too much, But I'm sure you know he sends his love, And she goes on, In a letter from home.
He really liked flannel with big bore arms. If you looked in his closet, it was all that you saw. He'd dress up on Sunday; a body looked neat, In a green
scream and shout Do you know I've perfected the painful art of an empty space Sit on my bed Pick up the phone Hear your voice say... I'm home.
I saw you there Standing near Waiting for a train To take you away from here I was there Beside you On the platform You decided to go on your way The
Johnsonville. Your stubborn 'ol Daddy ain't said too much, But I'm sure you know he sends his love, And she goes on, In a letter from home. I hold it
now, now, now what is it Funeral's, cemeteries, don't worry it's time to visit Broke bones, tombstones, how do you think I'm kidding Its home, sweet home
cold Who cares as long as I have you to hold Life's full of hustle Concrete and clay I feel you in me Want you all day Letters and phone calls Fill
She said baby don't leave Be home, stay close, be close to me Boy don't be gone, boy don't be gone He said baby you know I gotta run I gotta go I won'
and Bryan Morrison then some lady name Ashley Hice sat there singing 2 to the pac litte Angle sure has grown from the lady in the liquar store who keeps forgiven so com home
through the club wit my crip flag You don't like it do something nigga Where I'm from if we don't like it we do something nigga And you know we gon' ride homes
and I'll make it Nobody can change me yeah Nobody can change me yeah I know that by the time you read this letter I'll be gone Far away from home Running away from
Girl I will wait for you You're the only thing worth holding on to No matter how far Girl I can't live without my heart I hope you come home soon, soon