| Well, I scorched your favorite pan this morning
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| Trying to make some pancakes
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| Spilled the grease and had to stop and mop the floor
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| Sat there like a little baby crying in my cornflakes
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| I don’t think I can take it anymore
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| Baby come home
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| This is the lonesomest, lonesome I’ve ever known.
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| Late last night I woke up trembling
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| With my arms wrapped round your pillow
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| And a lump as big as Texas in my throat
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| Sat there in the dark and played my guitar till the sun came up
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| And wrote the saddest song I ever wrote
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| Baby come home
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| This is the lonesomest, lonesome I’ve ever known.
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| The lonesomest, lonesome, oh, the saddest sad
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| The loneliest I’ve ever been alone
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| You were the best thing this poor boy ever had
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| Now you’re gone.
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| Well, tonight I’m gonna get down on my knees and say a prayer
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| For the first time since I can’t remember when
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| And maybe if I’m lucky when I wake up in the morning
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| You’ll be soft and warm beside me once again
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| Baby come home
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| This is the lonesomest, lonesome
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| Lonesomest, lonesome I’ve ever known
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| Baby come home… |