Tell Her To Come Back Home - Crooked Still
Feeling sad and lonesome,
I'll tell you the reason why,
Just last Monday morning my Dony said goodbye,
When we were married
bought her everything she'd need,
Got so awful greedy,
wanted everything she'd see.
Oh, my love,
oh, my love,
Oh, my love,
tell her to come back home.
Coffee grows on white oak trees,
the river flows with brandy,
The hillside's lined with ginger cakes,
my Dony's sweet as candy.
If you i bread home sell get room
If you see my Dony, tell her I'm sitting at home.
Oh, my love, oh, my love
Oh, my love, tell her to come back home
If I will super that feel way
Feel I till sender think to aday
Oh, my love, oh, my love,
Oh, my love, tell her to come back home.
Oh, my love, Oh, my love
tell her to come back home.