LONG TIME A COMIN’

(Simmers)

Waitin’ in Houston for a phone to ring

Wonderin’ when my baby’s comin’ home

It’s something I’m not used to, a sad song to sing

And feeling that I’m all alone

It was early one Tuesday, my heart began to fall

With a hung-over pounding in my head

I got a letter from my baby doll

I opened it and this is what it said

SHE SAID “IT’S BEEN A LONG TIME A COMIN’

YOU SWORE TO MANY TIMES YOU’D CHANGE YOUR WAYS

I’M NOT COMING BACK, AND I GUESS THAT’S JUST A FACT

YOU’LL HAVE TO THINK ABOUT THE REST OF YOUR DAYS

I sit regretting how I’ve done you wrong

Nursing a bottle of gin

If you should leave me I couldn’t carry on

‘Cuz the way I’ve been treating you is a sin

You tried for years to turn me from my ways

Drinking and gambling all night

If you come back dear I promise better days

Then there’ll be no reason to write

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