Lyrics:
He drops his suitcase by the door
She knows her daddy won't be back anymore
She drags her feet across the floor
Trying to hold back time, to keep him
come home to me
Oh, St Louis woman won't you please come home
Blues, blues, blues
I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues
I got the blues, I
anywhere with you
Darling please
Cant you see that Im so in love with thee
And darling pleeease
Wont you just come and make your home with me
And darling
to Louisiana
To see my Rose and get to know my son
Give my love to Rose please won't you mister
Take her all my money, tell her to buy some pretty clothes
Ayy come on JoJo
'Pac, hahaha
Yeah, that type of shit (maybe it's the thug in me)
Yeah
You know what time it is
Yeah, yeah, yeah, put your
sure that you safely get me home
(Don't worry baby)
Meet me at the Southside
Get you home by midnite
Make sure that your daddy just don't know
yeah, not about me
"Daddy are you done?"
No I'm not, now get out please
I'm tryin' to work so I can pay for that shirt you're growing out of
Baby
the man you wanna come home and talk to
Can't wait to take those right off you
Wanna do anything you need
If you just, please, open up, please
Let me watch,
Daddy's home
Huh, so?
You say that like that means somethin' to me (mmh)
You've been gone a mighty long motherfuckin' time (oh, yeah)
For you
tonight
Oh Mary baby,
I could do it right
You've heard the line before
Oh Mary baby please don't think that I'm a whore
If you come home with me,
Turn off
to Louisiana
To see my Rose and get to know my son
Give my love to Rose please won't you mister
Take her all my money, tell her to buy some pretty clothes
to Rose please won't you mister
Take her all my money, tell her to buy some pretty clothes
Tell my boy his daddy's so proud of him
And don't forget
to Louisiana
To see my Rose and get to know my son
Give my love to Rose please won't you mister
Take her all my money, tell her to buy some pretty clothes
?"
"Daddy, what are you doing?"
Haha, okay then
Everybody, listen up
I'm goin' to hell
Who's comin' with me?
Somebody, please help him
I think my dad's
only
Baby won't you please come home
Baby won't you please come home
Baby won't you please come home
Cause your daddy's all alone
on back
Won't you please come home to me
Oh, St Louis woman won't you please come home
Blues, blues, blues
I got the blues, I got the blues, I got
Her second cousin said it would please her
But the young girl doesn't
Think like the geeza
She won't let him shut away
Her heart like a dealer
Mum
Ooh, won't you come on home
Baby, please
I'm beggin' on my knees
Won't you come on home, yeah
I can't believe I let you go
Even pushed you away
Now I
you be mine
I get you in my car, drive you to my house
'Cause I'm a mack, I cold turn you out
I wont ask, and I sure won't beg
Reach right over
picturing you takin' off your clothes for me
I been literally curvin' all these hoes for you
Daddy told you, better bring your ass home
Cinderella better
around
Tell me you still want me too
Let me come back home to you
Please Jolie
Put me under your spell again
Won't you make me feel well again
all that you need
Please come back home
Please come back to me tonight
No answers are found, in looking through the glass
The oceans’ depth remains in
're as lovely as can be
Come and go away with me
Oh, don't you tell me no, no, no, no, no
My daddy owns a clipper ship
He brings me pearls on every trip
Pink
unbroken
By and by Lord by and by
There's a better home a-waiting
In the sky Lord in the sky
Undertaker undertaker
Won't you please drive real slow
For that
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