Call for the captain ashore, let me go home Let me go home, why don't you let me go home? Well, I feel so homesick I wanna go home The first mate, he
men at home lady I'm a freaky thing [Chorus:] Hey There Home Boy Wake up cause the girls real pretty It's time to get gritty From city to city Hey There Home
ma I'm feelin' you, you say, "You feelin' me" I just can't understand why we can't get our love on Girl I won't hit and quit, I won't treat you wrong
yet your pretty silhouette I'm hoping me and you can ride off in the sunset I wanna get you all alone girl I can't wait to Get you to my home I've got
one tonight) Well, I wrote a little song a few months ago My friends all said that thing oughta go So I packed my bags and I hit for Nashville town Well, I wanted
more in the laid back songs Nobody wants to get drunk and get loud Everybody just wants to go back home I myself have seen my wilder days And I have
's all that we said Before I go I'll let you know he caught two to the head I'm a talk a little bit about the set that I'm from All you local neighborhoods
browned eye man If you want your job you better free that brown eyed handsome man. Well, flying across the desert in a TWA, I saw a woman walkin' in
I got 'em strippin for my tip when I'm in "Harlem Nights" ($5 Tuesdays nigga) Uh, yeah and I got on all this ice (woo) I just came from Johnny the Jeweler
Pos: Johnny fever, I won't catch I'm mr. shockin' body rockin' finger pop I never stop That means I run it to the break 'cause I'm a sugar blizzard I'
I'm drivin' this truck down 95 I pray to God I make it home alive I don't get pulled over by the man I just want to make it home To hold your hand Goodbye
served From the moment I was born, till the day I leave earth CHORUS Let go, let go It's over, over Let go, let go It's over, over Well, yes yes
fly I am They wanna know what fuckin label i'm signing to I'm the C.E.O. of Diplomat records I sign myslef get your cake up [Cam'ron:] I'm like a crack
about life so we let 'em go I know my heart is cold, you know how them ghetto children grow Give me money and I can keep my temper low Everbody knows
more in the laid back songs. Nobody wants to get drunk and get loud.Everybody just wants to go back home. I myself have seen my wilder days and I have
me in the ground I wanna say I?ve been everywhere uh just like Johnny Cash (chorous) Let them miles come and let them go Cause I don?t care Cause I
