54 lyrics for "Come on back home to me"

You can kiss my country ass If you're a down-home, backwoods redneck Hey come on, stand up and raise your glass But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd Tearin' down a dirt road, rebel flag flyin', coon dog in the back Truck bed loaded down with beer
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I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home What is happening to me? I don't wanna live forever, 'cause I know I'll be living in vain Give me something, oh, but you say nothing And I don't wanna fit wherever Baby, baby, I feel crazy Up
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You know I love you, can't stand the way you do Bye bye, baby baby, bye bye Sometimes I wonder, why don't she write to me? Baby baby, come back home to me Well, you telling me it's true now and that's alright for you Bye bye, baby baby, don't cry If I've
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I recall when I used to come home never had a dime But Lord I always had a good time And I recall drinkin' wine with one of my friends Lord, I can't go back again Am I losin' my own way back home Am I losin' a good friend that I've known Am I losin'
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Panama, Panama Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue Don't you know she's coming home with me? I'll get her! Jump back, what's that sound Here she comes, full blast and top down Model citizen zero discipline You'l lose her in the turn Ain't nothin' like it,
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Thank God for hometowns Thank God for the county lines that welcome you back in When you were dying to get out Thank God for church pews And all the faces that won’t forget you You got somewhere to go and get found And when you’re lost out in this crazy
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I’m reaching for the door And I don’t understand why it has to be this way Lock the door, me in the closet But it’s just too hard on me, oh So come back home Picture of you in my pocket It’s all I really have left of you And it’s not enough to keep me
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Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home Until you come back home Up all night, all night and every day What is happening to me? I don't wanna live forever (co-co-co-come back home) I don't wanna fit
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I'm sick and tired of workin' I'll no more dig the praties As sure as me name is Carney I'll go off to California I'll no longer be a fool I'll be digging lumps of gold Where instead of diggin' praties And when I come back home again Goodbye, Muirshin
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