Lyrics:
returning home to me
Mister postman look and see
Is there a letter in your bag for me
I been waiting a long long time
Since I heard from that girl
dredged up
Are on letters forwarded from hell
(It's a long way to Tipperary)
(It's a long way to go)
(Goodbye, Piccadilly)
(Farewell, Leicester
A letter from your home town makes you sad
You read it when the warden's had a second laugh
He said sentimental rubbish ain't got no place in here, boy
See
head and cry
Billy and Sue met the first day of school
And ever since lived by the golden rule
When you do unto others
What you wouldn't want done
head and cry
Billy and Sue met the first day of school
And ever since lived by the golden rule
When you do unto others
What you wouldn't want done
head and cry
Billy and Sue met the first day of school
And ever since lived by the golden rule
When you do unto others
What you wouldn't want done
head and cry
Billy and Sue met the first day of school
And ever since lived by the golden rule
When you do unto others
What you wouldn't want done
head and cry
Billy and Sue met the first day of school
And ever since lived by the golden rule
When you do unto others
What you wouldn't want done
Is leaving (Never a thought for ourselves)
Home (We struggled hard all our lives to get by)
She's leaving home after living alone
For so many years.
Train whistle blowin' around the bend
But I can hear it comin' in
That's the train, my baby's on
But now she's gonna bring her home
Got a letter
be, now
Waitin` at the station for my baby
My lonely nights are over from this day on
Since my baby`s coming back home
The train pulled in a few
to attack any matter of fact
That I somehow still lack any passion or tact
I kept us intact but you gave me no slack
For the problems you stacked by not
the heart, my life right from the start
I need a home sweet home to call my own
A letter home and I know we don't speak much
And we both know I'm not keen
little boy who sat by himself
Was reading a letter he had
You could plainly tell by the look on his face
That the contents of it made him sad
The stern
returning home to me
Mister postman look and see
Is there a letter in your bag for me
I been waiting a long long time
Since I heard from that girl
Sat by the riverside, skimming stones
I'd never felt so alone
Thinking of the people I used to know
But it's a long way home
I'll write a letter
John hold steady you just keep on forgetting where you're from
Just remember your home, you were the Bishop of Rome
But you wanted to be someone
Your
Diamonds of silvery rain in the fountains
And ten-cent red roses from department store counters
Watching the moonlight reflect off the river
matter where I am, they remind me of home
One thing I can count on to always be done
Is being loved with cards and letters from Mom
She sends me cards
Margery's dreaming of the middle of the day
Tiyuri to win
Perfect Dozen to place
money is the matter that's been on her mind
time ticks by her
returning home to me
Mister postman look and see
Is there a letter in your bag for me
I been waiting a long long time
Since I heard from that girl
Diamonds of silvery rain in the fountains
And ten-cent red roses from department store counters
Watching the moonlight reflect off the river
Let me tell you before you go,
'Bout a cool bishop sporting a sombrero.
Born in Albuquerque, near a desert's plateau
A miracle under the skies
Turn up, let's get it
Turn up
Chiraq
Lupe, what up, bro?
Go hard or go home, we turnt up
I'm from Chiraq, when we come around we rust stuff
I
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