Coming Home

It's a cold, wet December night
In your bedroom, when he said goodbye
You let him go, he walked out the door
Saying, "After this, baby, I won't leave no more"

He held your hand, looked in your eyes
He said, "Little girl, it's gonna be alright
The boys are waiting for me outside by the van
I gotta go, gotta go, gotta work it now"

Darling, don't cry for me
'Cause I'm coming home
'Cause I'm coming home

Last night, she heard his voice
Called long distance from way up north
He said, "Girl, you know I think we're so close
I think were gonna make it when I come back home

I'll hold your hand, look in your eyes
He said, "Little girl, it's gonna be alright
The boys are waiting for me outside by the van
I gotta go, gotta go, gotta work it now"

Darling, don't cry for me
'Cause I'm coming home
'Cause I'm coming home

Don't cry, don't cry
Darling, won't
Don't cry, don't cry
'Cause I don't plan on dying young
'Cause I don't plan on dying young

The boys are waiting for me outside by the van
I gotta go, gotta go, gotta work it now

Darling, don't cry for me
'Cause I'm coming home
'Cause I'm coming home

Darling, don't cry for me
'Cause I'm coming home
'Cause I'm coming