(papa lightfoot)
Wine women and whisky
Goin be the death of me
Wine women and whisky
Goin be the death of me
Im riding and Im running
But still in misery
Wont you come back baby?
Wont you come back home to me?
Wont you come back baby?
Wont you come back home to me?
All the other women
Dont mean a thing to me
Come back baby
Talk some trash to me
Come back baby
Talk some trash to me
Well I never found a woman
That could give up all her loving for me