Tell Her To Come Back Home - Crooked Still

Feeling sad and lonesome, I’ll tell you the reason why

Just last Monday morning my Dony said goodbye

Oh, my love, oh, my love

Oh, my love, tell her to come back home

When we were married, bought her everything she’d need

Got so awful greedy, wanted everything she’d see

Oh, my love, oh, my love

Oh, my love, tell her to come back home

Coffee grows on white oak trees, the river flows with brandy

The hillside’s lined with ginger cakes, my Dony’s sweet as candy

Oh, my love, oh, my love

Oh, my love, tell her to come back home

I will ride the old grey horse, you may ride the roan

If you see my Dony, tell her I’m sitting at home

Oh, my love, oh, my love

Oh, my love, tell her to come back home