Break It To Them Gently

Break it to them gently when you tell my Mom and Dad When you see my baby sister be as kind as you can And break it to my Grandma, who said, "That boy's wild and bad" Break it to them gently when you tell them That I won't be coming home again 'Cause I'm running with a gun and it isn't any fun as a fugitive Fightin' for my life and I don't know if I'll make it alone Running with a gun and it isn't any fun as a fugitive God I wanna go home, Lord I wish I was home When you see my lady with the twinkle in her eyes Tell it to her softly and hold her if she cries Tell her that I love her and I will till the day I die Tell it to her gently when you tell her that I won't be coming home again I got in too deep with strangers Thinking they could help me find my way Nobody warned me of the dangers And it's always the young and foolish that have to pay So break it to them gently when you tell my Mom and Dad Thank them for the good years and all the lovin' that I had And break it to my Grandma, who said, "The boy is wild and bad" Break it to them gently when you tell them That I won't be comin' home again I'm running with a gun and it isn't any fun as a fugitive Fightin' for my life and I don't know if I'll make it alone Running with a gun and it isn't any fun as a fugitive Lord I wanna go home, Lord I wanna go home You gotta break it to them gently, break it to them gently Gotta break it to them gently, gotta really try to roll them Gotta break it to them gently, gotta really try to soothe them Gotta really try to soothe them, gotta really try to roll them Gotta roll it to my Mother, gotta roll it to my Grandma, gotta roll the old lady Roll it to my Mother, roll it to my Mother, roll the old lady Roll it to my Grandma, she's damn near eighty, roll the old lady Roll it to my Mother, roll it to my Mother, gotta roll the old lady Roll it to my Mother, sister and my Mother, roll the old lady Roll it to my Grandma, she's damn near eighty, roll the old lady