When You Coming Home?

Every morning when I wake up
I try to recall your face
If you don't come home real soon
I will forget your taste

The lines in the dust
Are lighter than they used to be
And the footprints
Blow away all too easily

Do you still have that
Lock of hair of mine
Do you still have that lazy eyed stare
When a woman is crying

When you coming home

I have to choose between
Our dirty workers here
Just to keep from being
So lonely

Some of them are kind
Some are good lovеrs too
Some of them will hold me
But nonе of them are you

Do you still have that
Lock of hair of mine
Do you still have that lazy eyed stare
When a woman is crying

When you coming home

Who shall I love tonight
Who shall I love next time
Well there's Peter and there's Robbie
There's Susan and little Tony
There's Jane
And there's Eury

Remember you have a son
Pencil marks on the door frame
Oh he's gained a little height
Remember you have a wife
Who will hold me through the terrors at night