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Come On Home (1962, High Flying) Songtext
von Lambert, Hendricks & Ross

Come On Home (1962, High Flying) Songtext

Come on home
And be welcome to stay
Baby, tell me you′re comin' home
Livin′ alone is so lonely
I never should ever have run you away

I knew the day we met
You brought my love alive
You got me so upset
I forgot you was really jive
Still when I took you in
My heart was ruling me
Finally I put you out
'Cause you only was foolin' me
But if you′re broke again
And you need a friend
Come on home


I know you ain′t no good
I know your ways are bad
I'd quit you if I could
But without you I′m goin' mad
I′m hopin' every day
Maybe you′ll settle down
'Cause I'm in love with you
And I ain′t ′bout to turn around
So if you're broke again
And you need a friend
Come on home

What are you doin′?
You standin' around the corner and
Meanwhile your home′s goin' to ruin
What are ya, stupid?
There′s many a cat just looking for such as that
Woman didn't mean it she would never be saying it
Plenty o' women wouldn′t take you back if you were
Bendin′ down and really on bended knee to call my plea
Tellin' you really where it′s at


Get together
Get together, get it!
Runnin', crawlin′, creepin', stumblin′, fallin'
Plenty o' time for stopping an′ thinking
While you′re sittin' round at home and getting fat and
Generally playing it cool
Hurry it up and head for home
′Cos women you find'll change their mind
While you gotta take the time to figure it out
And tell your baby home is where it′s at
Figure it out and you'll get it together

I figured it out
Soon as you said it I got it together
And figured it out
What am I gonna do?
I′ve gotta make it
'Cause lonely nights are terrible, terrible, terrible
Tired of lookin'
Home and cookin′
I go for that, that′s where it's at
Got it together and figured out already
Got it together and figured I must eat steady
Steady with a pot is really better than a hotdog
Now I′m here with just a sandwich in a sack
So what a relief knowin' she′ll take me back
Now we've got another chance to get together
Nuts with pretendin′
What's with pretendin'?
I messed around and acted bad and lost my pet and
Now my baby′s givin′ me another chance to get together

What's there to talk and talk and talk about?
What′s there to squawk and squawk and squawk about?
What?!
You just got to come home
Man doin' what he want to
Spend all o′ his time staying at home
Sweet home
Home
You dig me, pretty baby?
You heard right: come on home
Mama's gonna treat you so you′ll never roam
'Cause what's gotta be gotta be
′N you you′re the only man for me
I don't want you to be misled
Mean what I said
Come home, come home, come home

I should thought I was puttin′ you out
I should thought I was happy you went away
Puttin' you down was tearin′ me up
That's the reason I′m callin' you home to stay
Everybody's gonna tell me I′m a dunce and man
I really truly, truly, truly, truly, truly can dig it
I really and truly, truly can dig it
I really can dig it, I really can dig it
I really can dig it, I really can dig it
Maybe, I′m a dunce, I can believe it
We don't love
But once
So you see, baby

Let people call me dumb
For makin′ up with you
But when you go I'm numb
So what else am I gonna do?
Maybe I′ll take you back
Maybe you'll do me right
Tired o′ lonely days
And of many a lonely night
So if you're broke again
And you need a friend
Come on home

And be welcome to stay
Baby, tell me you're comin′ home
Living alone is so lonely
I never should ever have run you away
Baby come home

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