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Tell my mother, that I ain’t comin’ home,
Well I miss her so much, that warm gentle touch
But I got to do this alone.
Tell my father, I don’t want to be found,
Well nothing will grow from the seeds that you sew,
If you’ve got no solid ground.
But I will be singing everywhere that I roam,
Just tell my mother that I ain't coming home.
Tell the devil that his house ain’t a home,
And tell the good lord I’ll be paying no board,
With the guilt that he’s strapped to my soul.
And if you see him while I’m away,
Will you tell my sweet brother that there’ll be no other,
That I’ll love in this old way.
But I will be singing everywhere that I roam,
Just tell my mother that I ain't coming home.
All that I ever wanted to do, all that I ever wanted be,
Well I know now, it be the end of me,
Just tell my mother not to wait up for me.
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