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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Linda Creed
Background Vocals
Jack Faith
Flute
Barbara Ingram
Background Vocals
Carla Benson
Background Vocals
Yvette Benton
Background Vocals
Earl Young
Drums
Robert Martin
French Horn
Bobby Eli
Guitar
Norman Harris
Guitar
Roland Chambers
Guitar
Larry Washington
Percussion
Joe DeAngelis
French Horn
Freddy Joiner
Trombone
Bobby Hartzell
Trumpet
Rocco Bene
Trumpet
Billy Henderson
Tenor
Bobby Smith
Vocals
Henry Fambrough
Vocals
Pervis Jackson
Vocals
Philippe Wynn
Tenor
Bob Moore
Trombone
Ed Keskarella
Trombone
Richard Genevese
Trombone
Ron Baker
Bass Guitar
Vincent Montana Jr.
Vibraphone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Linda Creed
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Linda Creed
Producer
Lyrics
Sittin' in a railway station,
My suitcase in my hand.
Goin' back where I came from,
Had more than I can stand.
Watchin' men destroy my dreams,
Picked my brain 'til it was clean.
When I was up
They knocked me down, hey.
I ain't goin' to hang around
I'm goin' ho-ho-home, hey, hey.
(I'm comin' home)
Yes I am.
(Comin' home)
More than I can stand, now doncha
Tell someone to meet me,
I'm comin' ho-ho-ho-home.
Yeah, hey.
(Tell someone to meet me)
Why doncha?
(Home)
Yesseree. Gotta tell y'all.
Came to this old town
Seeking fortune and some fame.
Never got the chance to prove myself
Though I tried to play their game.
Usin' people just ain't my thing,
I don't dangle from any string.
To please some fool that don't care about
They turned me inside out, I'm goin' ho-ho-home, yeah.
I got it, you know too.
(I'm comin' home)
Hey, I know what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna tell someone to meet me.
(Home)
Yes I am
Will ya meet me
(Tell someone to meet me)
When you're down and out
Hey, hey.
I gotta admit it.
I'm really not ashamed
Of half the things I said.
And I don't want nobody
Tryin' to show me pity.
'Cause I've had more than I can stand
And? be a better man.
I can rearrange my life
And buy me these fine-made curtains (?)
(Home)
Won'tcha wait for me
?
(Comin' home)
Try to be -- try to be a better man.
(Tell someome to meet me)
Try to get me somethin' together.
Yes it is, hey hey hey!
(Tell someome to meet me)
Why doncha? Why doncha? Why doncha?
(Tell someome to meet me)
Why doncha?
(Tell someome to meet me)
Oh, hey!
It was gonna get steady
But I came to the city
Livin' in a cold life
Place for the nothin' (?)
Hey!
You know I gotta get back out
Ain't used to livin' like that see.
It's been a long time
Since I felt like a real man.
Heh heh.
Comin' to the city,
Hey, you got the wrong man (?)
[Fade]
Ain't?
I'm goin' back where I came from.
Yeah, 'cause the only people that care about me,
? no more, heh...
Writer(s): Linda Creed, Thomas Randolph Bell
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