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a drag
If we can make it home by Friday we can brag
And the devil shivered in his sleeping bag

Well I just got back from New York City 
Kris and Rita
we can make it home by Friday we can brag
And the devil shivered in his sleeping bag

Well I just got back from New York City
Kris and Rita done it all
back!"
And he started to load
The sun was comin' up
And I was runnin' down the road

Well, I don't figure I'll be back
There for a spell
Even though Rita
Comin' home

My darling, Christmas eve will find me
Right where the love light gleams
And I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams

I'm
Comin' home

My darling, Christmas eve will find me
Right where the love light gleams
And I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams

I'm
and that's it;
I'm comin' home to your love.

Hitchhiking on the turnpike all day long.
Nobody seemed to notice, they just pass me on by.
To keep from
Christmas
Without my baby by my side
Surprise, surprise

I'm comin' home for Christmas
I'm comin' home for Christmas (straight home to you, baby, baby)
Up on th' hill (trad.)
Up on th' hill
Down by the river
By the ocean
Across the field
By the word
Of the boognish
Lordy lordy lord
I'm comin' home
You're my fatal attraction
Oh, no, I can't stop
You're my midnight fantasy
You're my cream of the crop

I'm comin' home girl
I'm comin' home
and that's it;
I'm comin' home to your love.

Hitchhiking on the turnpike all day long.
Nobody seemed to notice, they just pass me on by.
To keep from
It won't cost you a thing to hear me
sing my favorite gospel song....
'Lord, I'm comin' home, Lord I'm comin' home
I've been a fightin' the devil
Look out! I'm comin'.
Whoa, yeah.

I'm runnin',
Finding my way back home.
Oh yeah!

Yeah, oh yeah!
Ooh, said I,
I'm comin' back to look for you.
See niggas screaming from cell to cell
Snitches don't tell a party in hell a Santa Rita county jail

Everytime I turn around everytime I look
I'm
My life's
In jeopardy
Murdered in cold blood is what I'm gonna be
I haven't been home since Friday night and now my wife
Is comin' after me

Give me
My life's
In jeopardy
Murdered in cold blood is what I'm gonna be
I haven't been home since Friday night and now my wife
Is comin' after me
Yeah, well we're back with another one
Comin' hard and got suckers on the run
You say, "You guys are known for havin' fun"
Yeah well we'll do what
It won't cost you a thing to hear me
sing my favorite gospel song....
'Lord, I'm comin' home, Lord I'm comin' home
I've been a fightin' the devil
Freight train
Why am i , i´m arriving late tonight
And the world is turning
Round and round the sun
All the places spinning by and by one by one
someone's at the door
Who could it be, I hope it's Rita or Betty
Suppose to be here by four
But there's a stranger at the door
Did anybody tell you, you
the bed I got it goin' on
I'm Sir Too $hort, couldn't be no punk
I try to get funky like female funk
So when you see me comin' or see me goin'
I keep my
and that's it;
I'm comin' home to your love.

Hitchhiking on the turnpike all day long.
Nobody seemed to notice, they just pass me on by.
To keep from
checking out
Just as soon as you hang up the telephone
Stick a candle in the window I'm comin' home
Comin' home, comin home
Stick a candle in the window,
grabbed her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Nina and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my home and homeboy, I geed her
Set her
her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Nina and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my home and homeboy, I geed her
Set her on the way
Cause that's where my baby's from

Ooh
I'm comin' I'm comin' I'm comin' I'm comin' I'm home yeah

Ha ha sis boom bah 
One more time for Roosevelt