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Dear Mama, I'm comin' home tomorrow,
If you don't mind, would you meet me at the train;
Dear Mama, my wanderin' days are over,
And it's so good to be comin' home again.
Dear Mama, we'll walk the fields together,
Through the valleys we'll walk hand in hand;
For it's so nice to see you and touch the soil of home so clean,
But Mama, I'm not the boy I used to be.
For I have been away too long,
And I've done everything that's wrong,
But I think I found myself at last;
Now just you wait and see that a chance is all I need,
'Cause Mama, I'm not the boy I used to be.
[spoken]'Cause you see, Mama, I've spent time in prison,
For a crime that I'm too ashamed to tell;
So when you meet me at the train tomorrow,
Well, don't be surprised at what you'll see,
'Cause Mama, I'm not the boy I used to be.
For I have been away too long,
And I've done everything that's wrong,
But I think I found myself at last;
Now just you wait and see that a chance is all I need,
'Cause Mama, I'm not the boy I used to be.
O' no, Mama, I'm not the boy I used to be.
