Baby bring it on home,
Bring it on home.
You've got a place of your own,
Baby bring it on home.
Bring it on home,
Baby bring it on home.
You've got a place of your own,
Baby bring it on home.
I wear my heart out on my sleeve,
There ain't no one I can deceive.
Everything around reminds me of
You're heading out of town and I'm in love.
With my head in my hand,
Do the best that I can.
I'm a lonely, lonely man.
© 1993 Roving Gypsies