You were bent out of shape,
and over a knee...over me.
So you sent all your words,
and every plea to tell me.
But I've never been wooed by a letter.
Cause having you with me is better.
Come home to me.
You had lost all your will,
your way out of Texas...you're out of reach.
And it had cost quite a bit,
your family's pride at your feet.
But I've never been wooed by a letter.
Cause having you with me is better.
Come home to me.
And I've seen your face try to hide,
the swell of water, the lack of pride.
But I can only sing what I feel,
if you don't walk away,
then it was never real.
Come home to me.
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