Is there life out there So much she hasn't done Is there life beyond Her family and her home She's done what she should Should she do what she dares She doesn't want to leave She's just wonderin She married when she was twenty

She likes the sad songs that play all night long She never turns 'em off, just sings along She likes the big screen and the home team And wants seconds of my chicken and my baked beans It might not be love, like our love was 'Cause she don't count the

That for worse or for better we're better together Please just come back home No don't say that you're sorry And I won't say I told you so Oh can't you see You said you needed your space I wasn't where you wanted to be I didn't stand in your way

We should never gave, we should never gave Niggas money go back home, money go back home At first, I did love you But now I just wanna fuck Late night thinkin' of you Until I got my nut Tossed and turned, lesson learned You was my first girlfriend

I'm just a fool (Yeah yeah yeah) Waited and waited so long For someone who'd never come home It's my fault to think you'll be true (yeah yeah) I know what I'm missing But nothing else hurts like you do Who knew that love was so cruel

You're coming home to me, just remember You're coming home to me Anytime you say it with heart Anytime you're falling apart When you're washing the sheets Any stranger you meet When there's somebody waving goodbye It's a world full of bar rooms and

Oh I need you baby Yes I need you baby I thought I was having fun And I know I'll treat you right Come on back home to me I'll make it all up to you, woman Just you wait around and see I was wrong baby I know I was wrong baby

It wasn't long ago And I was just like you And now I think I'm sick And I want to go home I saw my friend the other day And I don't' know Exactly just what he became It goes show How have I been how have you been

Ain't no whiskey strong enough to make things right I'm just getting over another sober Saturday night No, I'm not hungover it's true, but I'm still not over you All messed up, all strung out, I was sitting at home breaking down I'm not out there getting

When Johnny comes Marching home again He's coming by bus or underground A woman's eye will shed a tear To see his face so beaten in fear An' it was just around the corner in the English civil war It was still at the stage of clubs and fists When that