My baby wrote me a ten-page letter She said, "Ill be coming home, boy, and I hope for the better And you know that your mind it changes Oh something like the weather And Ill be coming home, boy, and I hope for the better"
This is what she said "Dark clouds hanging over your head Lightning and thunder For every drop of rain that falls I know you want to see your mama"
I said, "Baby, come on, I got to get myself together Cause you know my mind, it changes Oh, something like the weather And Im going to be coming home, boy And I hope for the better"
This is what she said "Its raining and there is snow on the side You got another woman by your side You got to stop playing them tricks You got to get that woman out there quick"
Dark clouds hanging over your head Lighting and thunder For every drop of rain that falls, boy I know you want to see your mama
I said, "Baby, alright, I got to get myself together, come on" I said "You know that my mind it changes Oh something like the weather" This is what she said, "Ill be coming home, boy Oh, I hope for the better"
Oh, this is what she said, "Im coming home I got get there, boy, I'm coming home I got to get there, I got to see who you with You got to get yourself together"