Well I'm going home
To see my little girl
I place no one above her
She's really out of this world
When she holds me tight
With all of her might
Makes me wonder why I wouldn't do right
Stayed away so long
Now I know just what to do
Well I'm feeling so bad
My heart is beating for you
I'm gonna catch a plane
About a quarter to two
And make it on home to you
She told me she really loved my
But I was too blind to know
Now I'm up i a world of shame
Reaping just what I sow
Oh I'm going home
No more will I roam
I'm gonna catch a plane
About a quarter to two
And make it on home to you
Well I'm going home
No more will I roam
I'm gonna catch a plane
About a quarter to two
And make it on home to you
Well I'm going home
Walking in my (?)
Oh yeah yeah
I'm gonna catch a plane
About a quarter to two
And make it on home to you
Well I'm going home...