Let Me Come Back Home, Mama ; Marley Purt Drive

LET ME COME BACK HOME, MAMA

When I woke up today
I made myself a confession
I called too early hurray when I left home
Oh and now the room is cold
And in my bed my one night lover
The mirror on the wall says: you're alone

I'm going down on my knees
For you I'm asking please
Won't you let me come back home Ma
And take me back again Mama
Let me come back home Ma
For my life is like a rolling stone
Oh yeah

I remember the words you said
When I closed the door behind me
Child, you will regret what you have done
And now I know you were right
But I'm still your daughter Mama
I've lost my teenage pride
It's all gone

Now I'm down on my knees
I'm asking, I'm asking please
Won't you let me come back home Ma
And take me back again Mama
Let me come back home Ma
For my life is like a rolling stone

Won't you let me come back home Ma
And take me back again Mama
Let me come back home Ma
For my life is like a rolling stone

Don't know what to do
Early in the week
Hoping that you will forgive me
(Mama) Mama

Won't you let me come back home Ma
And take me back again Mama
Let me come back home Ma
For my life is like a rolling stone

Let me come back home Ma
And take me back again Mama
Let me come back home Ma
For my life is like a rolling stone
Mama Mama


MARLEY PURT DRIVE
{transcribed by Adri Verhoef, 24-06-2024}

[verse 1]:
Sunday morning, woke up yawning
Filled the pool for a swim
Pulled down my head and looked in the glass
Just to see if I was in
Went up the stairs and kissed my man
To make him come alive
'Cause with fifteen kids and a family on the skids
I gotta go for a Sunday drive
Fifteen kids and a family on the skids
I gotta go for a Sunday drive

[verse 2]:
That's how they are, so I grabbed out the car
Convertible fifty-nine
Headed to the freeway
Tried to find the Pasadena sign
Ten miles and three quarters
I wasn't feeling any more alive
'Cause with fifteen kids and a family on the skids
I gotta go for a Sunday drive
Fifteen kids and a family on the skids
I gotta go for a Sunday drive

[verse 3]:
I used to be a minstrel free
With a whole lot of bread in my bag
I used to feel that my life was real
But the good Lord threw me a snag
Now I'm gonna be the same as me
No matter how I try
'Cause with fifteen kids and a family on the skids
I gotta go for a Sunday drive
Fifteen kids and a family on the skids
I gotta go for a Sunday drive

[verse 4]:
Turned 'round the car and headed for home
I guess I realized my fate
Ten miles and three quarters more
I pulled up outside the gate
Twenty more kids were stood inside
And that made thirty-five
'Cause with an orphanage full of thirty-five kids
I gotta go for a Sunday drive
An orphanage full of thirty-five kids
I gotta go for a Sunday drive

[verse 5]:
Sunday morning, woke up yawning
Filled the pool for a swim
Pulled down the glass I looked in the mirror
Just to see if I was in
Went up the stairs and kissed my man
To make him come alive
'Cause with an orphanage full of thirty-five kids
I gotta go for a Sunday drive
An orphanage full of thirty-five kids
I gotta go for a Sunday drive

An orphanage full of thirty-five kids
I gotta go for a Sunday drive
An orphanage full of thirty-five kids
I gotta go for a Sunday drive
An orphanage full of thirty-five kids
I gotta go for a Sunday drive
An orphanage full of thirty-five kids
I gotta go for a Sunday drive