a home So please, come home soon I walk alone I try alone And I'll wait for you, don't want to die alone So please, come home soon Come home soon Please come home
she's so cool I'm not, I'm just a fool in love With darling Lorraine All my life I've been A wanderer, not really I mostly lived near my parents home
Normally Norma's kissing me just about this time every morning With the wink in her eye she whispers goodbye Then she tells me somethin' sweet and knocks
you're dirty, then go take a bath And doowutchyalike Stetsasonics, adjust for the hip hop fans And since we're not your average everyday rap band Yo, Piano
long to go home but all of my work is not done I'm glad I can labor for Jesus my Lord till sounds of sweet message come home Waiting for me they're waiting
a man on Rocky Top part bear the other part cat Wild as a mink but sweet as soda pop I still dream about that Rocky Top you'll always be home sweet home
Buddha's gong And now he's poppin' the piano just to raise the price Of a ticket to the land of the free Well, he says his home's in Frisco where they
Motel, Boogie Motel May be sleazy, but it's cheap and it's easy Between heaven and hell, check in to the Boogie Motel Red lights, blue movies, sweet music, close to business and home
for the length of Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you Embrace me, you irreplaceable you Don?t be a naughty baby, come to mama Come to mama do I will go home
since you left me The closed blinds in my home See no light of day Dust gathers on my stereo 'Cause I can't bare to hear the radio The piano sits in
girls call my name I give them a squeeze and they shoot me a wink I buy their hard-headed husbands a long cool drink You better come up smelling sweet
bill Got a tumbledown shack and a rusty ol' mill But it's my home sweet home up on Mockin' Bird Hill Tra la la twitle dee dee dee... [ piano ] When
plays piano, a simple weekend warrior At a cozy little mad spot just a few blocks from his home He wakes up every morning, has breakfast with his children Sweet
! My hopes became a statue my mouth became a gun In the hit parade of self interest I remained at number one I was Mozart's old piano with a special gold
When I build my home, That I shall have some day; It'll be like I want it Oh - and I mean that in every way. I have yet to see any that would cope with
' down to that place for the lonesome Have my future read from the palm of my hand Please tell me good news Gypsy woman that my sweet love's a comin' home
A man has got the right to protect his home and his love one, right? [Martin Harrison] Of course he has. [Amos Hart] Well, I come home from the garage
