Tell Her To Come Back Home
by Uncle Dave Macon, arr. by Crooked Still
Feeling sad and lonesome, I'll tell you the reason why,
Just last Monday morning my Dony said goodbye,
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Oh, my love, oh, my love,
Oh, my love, tell her to come back home.
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When we were married, bought her everything she'd need,
Got so awful greedy, wanted everything she'd see.
Coffee grows on white oak trees, the river flows with brandy,
The hillside's lined with ginger cakes, my Dony's sweet as candy.
I will ride the old grey horse, you may ride the roan,
If you see my Dony, tell her I'm sitting at home.