'Cause you're my home When you look into my eyes And you see the crazy gypsy in my soul It always comes as a surprise When I feel my withered roots begin to grow Well I never had a place That I could call my very own But that's all right my love When you

That's what the blues is all about Oh you come home one eve'nin' To nothin' but the four walls And then ya find your phone been disconnected You can't even make no call Ya hung out for your baby, oh, an'she's not there You look in the closet, buddy,

For you I'll always wait I, I love that girl She is the days I can't get over She is the nights that I call home endlessly Caught in the waves of hesitation Lost in the sea of my own doubt endlessly She is my rock and my rolling thunder I've been the

I'm at a payphone trying to call home All of my change I spent on you Where have the times gone, baby it's all wrong Where are the plans we made for two If Happy Ever Afters did exist I would still be holding you like this All those fairy tales are full

Ye who are weary come home Earnestly, tenderly Jesus is calling Calling, "O sinner come home" Come home, come home Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling Calling for you and for me See on the portals He's waiting and watching Watching for you and for me O

I’m so wrong, I’m so wrong (To let you in my) To let you in my home Now you know where I sleep (Never felt so damn weak) (Now you know where I sleep) (Girl, if your man call your phone again) This house is not a home to you But you decide to go ahead and

You call me home Oh, oh, I was in you, your heart was in me We were lovers, babe, I believed We were in love, we were in line We were strong but we wither and die Now you're calling me, calling me home Pulling me out of the crowd Calling me, calling me

'Til I see you again That's the only way to go Fightin' the good fight Til the good Lord calls you home This is our last goodbye So be well my friend Preacher said he died too young Over there totin' that gun For Uncle Sam and our freedom

Baby are you home Tell me what he on Yeah, she call my phone Ask me what I'm on Baby, is you home I'm in the area He ain't scaring none You know why you text my phone Tell me if you home

Southside and East Side Gucci (We an army) They call me peacoat shawty, left wrist eight-forty (whoa) Gucci Mane home ballin' while your bank account fallin' (damn) Gucci Mane, I don't fear no one but God (on God) For fifty mil' I'll get in the ring and