A whole lot of superstars on this stage here tonight But I want yall to know one thing, this is my house And when I say who's house, yall know what time
I went to your house Walked up the stairs And I opened your door Without ringing the bell I walked down the hall into your room Where I could smell you
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, no, no Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby Come back baby, I wanna play house with you Well, you may go to college You may
I'm goin' down to the house in the woods See my little darlin' And I'm goin' down, out in the fields Is summertime comin'? And oh my love, what can not
(Spoken Hey It's the house rent boogie) I come home last Friday, talk to the woman that I lost my job She says don't confront me an' so I have my rent
Oh, baby, baby, baby, baby baby Baby, baby baby, b-b-b-baby baby, baby Baby baby baby Come back baby I wanna play house with you Well, you may go to
You say you're sorry that it happened but you love him so And you just had to have him for your own Everybody needs someone, you needed someone too But
Today I sat alone at the window And I watched our little girl outside at play With the little boy next door like so many times before But something didn
I'd rather stay home and cry over you Than to run around all over town with somebody new I'd rather stay home, forgotten and blue Than to look for fun
I've wandered far away from God now I'm coming home The path of sin too long I've trod Lord I'm coming home Coming home coming home never more to roam
I'll take you home again, Kathleen Across the ocean, wild and wide To where your heart has ever been Since first you were my blushin' bride The roses
Son, Well way down in the Okahanachi Swamp; Is where old lady Wiggwamp made her juu-juu juicy fruit stomp. I went to see her last night, tripped and fell
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[ Don Rich ] I've got a letter from home today mama didn't have a lot to say Said that papa ain't a feeling too good ain't been a eatin' the way he should
I wanna brand new house with an old brown jug And an old spinnin? wheel on an old hook rug For my brand new house and my brand new bride With lotsa lovin
Goin' over to Susan's house walking south down Baxter street Nothin' hidin' behind this picket fence There's a crazy old woman smashing bottles On the
This is my fuckin' house, this is my motherfuckin' This is my motherfuckin', this is my fuckin' house This is my motherfuckin', this is my motherfuckin
Times have changed and times are strange Here I come but I ain't the same Mama I'm comin' home Times go bye, seems to be You could have been a better