Letra da Música: Come Back Home - Gene Watson

You sure know how to make somebody nothing
I'll bet you'd never knew you were that strong
But if you want to make somebody something
All you have to do is come back home

This king size bed's as big as New York City
And New York ain't the place to be alone
For once in your life have a little pitty
All you have to do is come back home

[ fiddle - steel ]
Last night I thought I heard the devil talking
He said ain't it been a hell since you've been gone
And if you want to stop this nightly walking
All you have to do is come back home

This king size bed's as big as New York City...
All you have to do is come back home