Lyrics:
I'm comin' Lord, for my heavenly reward
I'm comin' home to you, can you see me comin' thru
Thru clouds of persecution, and stumblin' on my way
I
I'm comin' Lord, for my heavenly reward
I'm comin' home to you, can you see me comin' thru
Thru clouds of persecution, and stumblin' on my way
I
Ringin' the bell
And nobody's comin' to help
Your daddy lives by himself
He just wants to know that you're well, oh
In this world, it's just us
You
man comin', tax man comin')
Money, go back home (tax man comin', tax man comin'!)
Mama, mama, don't you cry
Mama, don't cry
I'm gonna meet you in the by and by, in the sweet by and by
Tell papa I'm comin' home, comin' on home
God,
HOLD EVERYTHING
Hold everything till I come home
No matter how long I'm gone
Don't be tempted by their money and booze
Nobody's gonna fill my shoes.
soul that passes by
This song's for you, from the Jackson 5
I'm comin' home, it's plain to see
I still got Indiana soul in me
Oh, yeah
I'm goin'
home to you
I'm comin' back home
And yes, I'm a mess
But I'm blessed to be stuck with you
Sometimes it gets unhealthy
We can't be by ourselves, we
three miles from home"
I said, "Sugar, why don't you put on that sun dress I like so much?
Wait out by the road, I'm comin' to pick you up"
(Whoa)
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
Mama, mama, don't you cry
Mama, don't cry
I'm gonna meet you in the by and by, in the sweet by and by
Tell papa I'm comin' home, comin' on home
God,
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
I'm too tired to roam, Loma Prieta my mountain home
On the hills above Santa Cruz, in the place where I spent my youth
Well it was Neal Cassady that
or call
And I know this rodeo has been hard on us all
But I'll be home soon
And honey is there somethin' wrong
She said, don't bother comin' home
By
since
'Cause I'm a heartache never see me comin'
I'll always take you by surprise
I'm a heartache hungry and huntin'
Someone I can eat alive
By
on that sun dress I like so much?
Wait out by the road, I'm comin' to pick you up"
Whoa
Throw your suitcase in the back
Whoa
Done gassed up
It'll be fine by dusk light, I'm tellin' you, baby
These things eat at your bones and drive your young mind crazy
But when you place your head
was before
I don't go in 'less there's an open door to leave by
I'm starting to believe my own existence has a right to be
And I'm comin' home
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
on the screen
Comin' straight home to me
'Cause karma is my boyfriend (karma is my boyfriend)
Karma is a god (damn)
Karma is the breeze in my hair
go home
I've had my run
Baby, I'm done
I'm comin' back home
Let me go home
It'll all be alright
I'll be home tonight
I'm comin' back home
Hello momma I'm callin' you to tell you that I'm comin' home
What shape I'm in I wouldn't dare an try to tell you on the telephone
I been gone so
you'd come back through
Just the way you used to
Wishful drinkin'
Wishin' you were comin' home
Wishin' I could take back all I didn't do
And all
gave me my red guitar
The best gift by far, was you babe I'm sendin' all that love that you gave
Right back atcha babe
Right back atcha babe just
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