I’m Coming Home

Album cover art for "I’m Coming Home" by The Spinners

The Spinners - R&B, Soul

I’m Coming Home

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Duration: 3:24

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[Verse 1] Sitting in a railway station, my suitcase in my hand Going back where I came from, had more than I can stand Of watching men destroy my dreams Picked my brain 'til it was clean When I was up, they knocked me down Hey, I ain't gonna hang around [Chorus] I'm going home, hey, yes I am (Coming home) Won't you understand? Why don't you tell someone to meet me? I'm coming home (Tell someone to meet me) Why don't you? Yes, sirree Ooh, let me tell y'all [Verse 2] Came to this old town seeking fortune and some fame I never got the chance to prove myself, though I tried to play their game Using people just ain't my thing I won't dangle from any string To please some fool that don't care about They turned me inside out [Bridge] I'm going home, yeah Had to find, you know I got it, you know too Hey, I know what I'm gonna do I'm gonna tell someone to meet me Home, yes I am Look here (Tell someone to meet me) When you're down and out, hey, hey [Verse 3] I gotta admit it I'm really not ashamed of half the things I said And I don't want nobody trying to show me pity 'Cause I've had more than I can stand And back home, I'll be a better man I can rearrange my life Might even find me a pretty wife Hey, hey, hey (Home) [Chorus] Won't you wait for me? Start to get moving (Going home) Lord, have mercy on me (Going home) Try to be, try to be a good man But I gotta get myself together, I'm going home (Tell someone to meet me, I'm going home) Yes, I am Hey, hey, hey (Tell someone to meet me) Why don't you? Why don't you? Why don't you? (Tell someone to meet me) Why don't you? (Tell someone to meet me) Oh, hey [Outro] It was gonna get steady, then I came to the city Living in a cold, black place full of that— Hey You know I gotta get there Ain't used to living like that, see It's been a long time Since I felt like a real man Coming to the city Hey, you have the wrong thing Have my things on my back, I'm going back where I came from Yeah, 'cause don't nobody really care about you Ain't having no fun

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Credits

Writers
  • Linda Creed
  • Thom Bell