Go jump in the lake Go ride up the hill Get out of this house It's a house of your making It's a house of ill will Get out of this house Go listen
(Chorus) You should go home, Cuz you aint comin home with me tonight You should go home Cuz girl im in the streets tonight You should go home Cuz you
Verse 1: Lord knows I'm guilty Of livin' my life Like there's always tomorrow For making things right But our days are numbered like the hairs on our
Phone by the cash register Quarter in your pocket Miles away but you can't call home No, you can't call home Home is where you are Home is where you
Here ya are at the top of the tower Could a body take that much Alone through every waking hour Asleep without nobody to touch Whoa, whoa, whoa and Only
Well, they're flickin? on the bar lights, band's playin? one last song And if you want another round better order it now it's last call Crowd?s still
never lie For all that it's worth I give good love, good love It doesn't make sense That you should have a broken heart If I were the only one I'd never
You'd better come home and stop your running around You'd better come home and get your feet on the ground 'Cause I won't share my love with anyone new
Well let me tell you what the Bible says In first Thessalonians it is read The 16th verse in chapter four Now listen friend, let me tell you more It
I was born in a beauty salon My father was a dresser of hair My mother was a girl you could call on When you called she was always there Chorus But don
Well a bronc bucked me off up in Cheyenne Wyoming I broke me a couple of bones My wife up an left me it must be an omen my destiny's being alone I've
I'm afraid to go home, I'm afraid to go home Worries on my mind, afraid of what I'll find Will my family be gone? I'm afraid to go home Back to Tennessee
Like the tree that grows so tall Leaves turn gold and then they fall They've gone down but now they've grown They're going home Mountain streams may
You never gave me the chance to say goodbye to you Somebody called and said you'd left I don't think I'll be seeing you too soon Two way running down
(death)bed I'll never touch a hair on your pretty head I want your heart, I want your head Sweetheart, I'd send you up to heaven But you'd eat them
Those who start wars, never fight them And those who fight wars, they never like them And those who write laws, they can't recite them And those of us
above You'd be so nice, you'd be paradise To come home to and love Under stars chilled by the winter Under an August moon burning above You'd be so nice, you'd
I DREAMED MY BABY CAME HOME (George Jones - Johnny Mathis) « © '64 Glad Music » WITH MELBA MONTGOMERY I went to sleep last night lonely
