So long to the boys in the band Goodbye traveling Goodbye travelling Freight train Why am i , iým arriving late tonight And the world is turning Round and round the sun All the places spinning by and by one by one Coming home, iým on time Been gone such

That's why New York's my home New York's my home, sweet home But it hasn't got There's a rumor going around That some of you good people Want to leave this town But you better consult me before you go 'Cause I've been in all these places

It’s Saturday night And the city never sleeps I got a clean t-shirt and a shot of cologne We’re way too young to be sitting at home on Baby why shouldn't we It’s been a long week

Why don't you please come home How many more times, treat me the way you wanna do I'll give you all I've got to give, rings, pearls, and all How many more times, barrel house all night long When I give you all my love, please, please be true I've got to

'Cause since I've come on home, Well my body's been a mess And I've missed your ginger hair And the way you like to dress Won't you come on over Stop making a fool out of me Why don't you come on over Valerie? Well sometimes I go out by myself

'Cause it's a long way home I'm headed for somewhere else Courage to carry on Mama always said I'll find my way back So tell me why am I still lost in limbo With nowhere to go God knows I'm trying, I'm fighting to get out of here Oh but sometimes it's

It's not over tonight Just give me one more chance to make it right I may not make it through the night I won't go home without you And I won't go home without you Every night you cry yourself to sleep Thinking: "Why does this happen to me? Why does

Middle finger to my haters, muhfucka why you hating? I'm gone I ain't really wanna do it but I did it to em, nigga I'm gone Leave the beat shit alone, leave the bullshit at home, I'm gone Even though I'm out of here, nigga gotta keep it real, I'm gone

It’s Saturday night And the city never sleeps I got a clean t-shirt and a shot of cologne We’re way too young to be sitting at home on Baby why shouldn't we It’s been a long week

And I don't think on why I'm here where it hurts I'm just lucky to have the work But I thank God for the work When I get home from work Sunday morning I'm too tired to go to church I'll call up all my friends And we'll go bust up something beautiful