Lyrics:
Red letters an wedding bells
How'd we end up in Wellington?
Doubts and woes, but we can make a house a home
As long as it's you and me
Even if it
scratch a few letters into an old desk somewhere
Much like these freckles on your cheeks it distracts me from feeling empty
I scratch a few letters into
tornare da te
A casa da te
Let me go home
I'm just too far
From where you are
I wanna come home
E lo so che ti sembrava incredibile
Ma adesso io
O.P.P., how can I explain it
I'll take you frame by frame it
To have y'all jumpin' shall we singin' it
O is for Other, P is for People scratchin'
O.P.P., how can I explain it
I'll take you frame by frame it
To have y'all jumpin' shall we singin' it
O is for "Other", P is for "People"
again
Think about home again?
I never think about home
But then comes a letter from home
The handwriting's fragile and strange
Something
from?
First off, I need to ask
This, how you doin', ran'?
Is it bad as all them
Stories and these movies, ran'?
Probably not so, I wish you wasn't locked
comes around and
I'm only in to smoking weed
Mother would like a letter home
But I'm too tired for writing
It's a long long way from Jamaica to here
pray that You bring our loved ones home, immediate release
Visitation at the prison, on the list, I'm rockin' bling
Name rang, they know my face, it
bitches
The Benz's, Range Rovers, and sixty-four switches
The C.I.A., Feds and even dogs sniffin'
I plant a bomb right by the bar when it starts kickin'
Written by Redd Stewart and Ernest Tubb
(As performed by George Jones)
When the postman delivered the letter
Well, it filled her old heart full
guess he thinks that life experience is IEDs
Down range fire fights all being drown out by a child's screams
Haven't been in any fire fights
But I've been
This ain't yo regular love letter
Told myself stop I could do better
Regret the day that I first met her
But for some reason can’t forget her
weep for me
Mary's young heart was filled with joy when she got the letter from her soldier boy
His words of love made her heart beat fast but little
never go home
I’ll be flat-out broke down
Fall from the sky 'Cause I
I’ll be waiting by the lights for you
Last night
When you promised that you’d be home
naughty by nature from Jersey City to Camden
I'm driving through Jersey
Like Tony Soprano
We got our own culture, this is not ctlanta
You hustle? then
Well, I'm from the Midwest
I know enough to cut a path
Around a wood chipper
And be careful
Of any conversation
A man starts by callin' you
time I said it with TDE mothafucka
I'll make you eat every letter
Spoonfeed you niggas like toddlers, from the city of Impalas
When shot callers take
better
I was walking by a place when I first met her
I said hold on baby need to get the cheddar
Afternoon she started sending love letters
Sent her home
a picture by a statue
Get your pose right swagged up in your tracksuit
And make sure that you're smiling in the picture
Send it in a letter that says I'm fine
it wasn't on
And by the time you got my letter I was long gone
Back on the road, gone with the wind blows
Packin' the shows, hoes and the nymphos
I met this ancient trooper, a very special one
His face was scarred by war and battered by the sun
And though he had to live by his wits and by
Every day that I wake up pain inside
Yeah I've still got that pain in my life
Back then I was just trying to get by
Now days I'm just trying to stay
hate Grenada
Don't leave me out in the forest where
I might get eaten by a bear
Take me home, I promise I will
Not make noise, or mess the house with
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