Jon Randall. Walking Among The Living. Baby Won't You Come Home. Zeneszám

(Jon Randall)

I'm tired of smoking cigarettes
I'm tired of my own whiskey breath
I'm tired of crying without warning
And staying up till morning
Baby, won't you come home

I'm tired of lying 'bout you leavin'
I'm tired of my friends not believin'
I'm tired of my defenses crashin'
And actin' like I'm laughin'
Baby, won't you come home

(CHORUS)
I've been a mess since the day you left me
I must confess that I've been unhealthy
Please get on back here baby you will see
Living without you is gonna kill me

I'm tired of feelin' my heart breakin'
I'm tired of hurtin' till I'm shakin'
I'm tired of things that I can't undo
Don't you know I love you
Baby, won't you come home come on home

(REPEAT CHORUS)

Baby won't you come home
Baby won't you come home
Baby won't you come home
Please come on home