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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Känn Ingen Sorg för Mig Göteborg (Håkan Hellström) · Jag Är Inte Rädd För Mörkret (Kent) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Driving Home for Christmas (Chris Rea) · Driving Home (Cheryl Wheeler) · Studio: Selected Studio Recordings 1986-1995 (Cowboy Junkies) · Merry Widow/Student Prince [1943 Studio Cast/1950 Studio Cast] (The Orchestra) – and 90 other albums »


you home
Home this Christmas

Pacing down the hallway
Trying to fight the urge to call
I could almost hear a pin drop
'Cept for the clock on the wall
you home
Home this Christmas

Pacing down the hallway
Trying to fight the urge to call
I could almost hear a pin drop
'Cept for the clock on the wall
to get you home
Home this Christmas

Pacing down the hallway
Trying to fight the urge to call
I could almost hear a pin drop
'Cept for the clock
and New Dover
Back in my home town

Gas is cheaper where I'm from
But the driving's not so good
People go and stay where they should not
And they
the lights hit their eyes

She loaded him into the back of the truck
I was driving us home, that's when he done woke up
I couldn't believe what I saw in my
that hell was in store
Sign a dotted line and give a man a gun

Don't worry boys, you'll all be home by christmas
But little by little the lights
time to tell the truth
She broke down and I broke down
'Cause I was tired of lying
Driving home to her apartment
For the moment we're alone
She's
not fine 
They told me son it's time to tell the truth 
She broke down and I broke down 
'Cause I was tired of lying 
Driving home to her apartment
{Aight, what's goin on, what's goin on
What's the deal pa, where you headed son?}

(Yo I'm bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Uncle Run,
{Aight, what's goin on, what's goin on
What's the deal pa, where you headed son?}
(Yo I'm bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Uncle Run, boy)
not fine 
They told me son it's time to tell the truth 
She broke down and I broke down 
'Cause I was tired of lying 
Driving home to her apartment
(Oh for sho', check me out)

It's still Dre Day nigga, AK nigga
Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot
Cause when I frequent the spots
(Oh for sho', check me out)

It's still Dre Day nigga, AK nigga
Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot
'Cause when I frequent the spots
themselves seriously.
Yeah, two, three, four, seriously.

Mark volman:
They're all going to go home,

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
Through the driving sleet
themselves seriously.
Yeah, two, three, four, seriously.

Mark volman:
They're all going to go home,

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
Through the driving sleet
(Oh for sho', check me out)

It's still Dre Day nigga, AK nigga
Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot
Cause when I frequent the spots
my people insist on hidin' the American dream 

And it's like the home of the free 

And mom's apple pie 

I got whiped for the meltin' pod 

I
home in a coffin 
Living like a orphan, you bad nigga? 
I'll be back to see if you'll be still here 
You know my style I'll put yo fucking man, in
the strength to crush all competition
You can't blame me for dreaming, I'm a dreamer
And if I'm coming off brash please forgive me
But, that's all I want

I
for sho', check me out)

It's still Dre Day nigga, AK nigga
Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot
Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm
for sho', check me out)

It's still Dre Day nigga, AK nigga
Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot
Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm
(Oh for sho', check me out)

It's still Dre Day nigga, AK nigga
Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot
Cause when I frequent the spots
looking at me
I ain’t fucking with your smirk ho
We’ve been doing shit, despicable
But we just keep it on a low, for example
Walk in to the movie with my
supposed to say?
Hey baby, how you doin'? I missed you home
By the way I'm bout to leave, ah good
I'm going on a fall tour
But I'll be back before you
the shame, didn't use your real name
Booked a hotel room, suite paid until June
Get home and tell wifey that you're not in the mood
But then the game got stale