Don't cry, little Robin-Marie Goodbye, little Robin-Marie Don't try following me 'Cause you know I'm coming home soon My ships' leaving on a three-year tour The next tide will take us from shore Windlaced, gather in sail and spray On a search for the

So can I get the car to jump start, Please Let me hit the gas to go high, Speed 'Cause everything just happened at once I'm sick of has beens Coming home I'm coming home To the warmth And It's madness Who do you think you are?

I'll be coming home I'm coming home I won't sin Tend your light 'Cause on this night I've been away Searching for a reason Another purpose to find

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop (Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P And I ain't going nowhere, so you can get to know me) Coming up I was confused, my mommy kissing a girl Confusion occurs coming up

Baby, why'd you leave me, why'd you have to go I was counting on forever, now I'll never know It's like I'm looking from a distance, Standing in the background Everybody's saying, he's not coming home now, This can't be happening to me This is just a

I'll be there Across the fields of mourning On borderland we run I am coming home And you know it's time to go Through the sleet and driving snow Light in the distance

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

I'm thinking 'bout coming home, babe I'm thinking 'bout coming home I love you in the morning when the blood runs to your cheeks Babe, you are the first thing and the last thing that I'd see I was just a boy striking matches upon your heart I couldn't

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Alabama, ah ah ah Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the Southland

Don't cry, little Robin-Marie Goodbye, little Robin-Marie Don't try following me 'Cause you know I'm coming home soon My ships' leaving on a three-year tour The next tide will take us from shore Windlaced, gather in sail and spray On a search for the