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