Allan Taylor
Allan Taylor
Allan Taylor
Allan Taylor
Allan Taylor
Allan Taylor
Allan Taylor
Allan Taylor
Allan Taylor
Allan Taylor
Allan Taylor
Allan Taylor
The rain is beating hard and cold on my window pane
It's four o'clock in the morning and I'm awake again
I know the phone won't ring at this time of day
Even if it did I wouldn't know what to say
And I've got to get back home to you, sweet love
I've got to get back home to you
When the music played so sweet we were dancing in time
I tripped over my two left feet and I stepped out of line
When I came to my senses I looked 'round and you were gone
The dance floor was empty and I was dancing alone
And I've got to get back home to you, sweet love
I've got to get back home to you
I'm going to buy a black guitar, I want to play the blues
I'll get a snakeskin jacket, a pair of alligator shoes
I'll maybe try a slide guitar, I just love the sound it makes
When it comes down to the wire I'll do anything it takes
And I've got to get back home to you, sweet love
I've got to get back home to you
I could write you a poem but I've done that before
Tokens of a poet's love you don't need anymore
It's got to be fundamental, I know you want it straight and true
I'll give you all I've got 'cause I owe it all to you
And I've got to get back home to you, sweet love
I've got to get back home to you
And I've got to get back home to you, sweet love
I've got to get back home
I've got to get back home
I've got to get back home to you
Back Home to You was written by Allan Taylor.