I'm Crying Too

Letter writtings not my style Though it's been a long long while Since I laid my eyes on on you Babe I'm crying too Let me tell you 'bout what I've been doing With my expense account and hotel room And all those straight eyed men Who don't know what they're about Babe I'm cutting out Oh their age lines around their eyes As they complain about their wives All that Bourbin talking Makes me feel like walking A thousand miles back home to you Feel like I'm coming from a bloody war Your love better burn when I walk through that door I'm all to keen to give away this life If I can't have you by my side Oh their age lines around their eyes As they complain about their wives All that Bourbin talking Makes me feel like walking A thousand miles back home to you I'm coming back home to you Coming back, coming back to you I'm crying too I'm coming back home to you Coming back, coming back to you I'm crying too, coming back home to you I'm crying too I'm crying too I'm crying too I'm crying too I'm crying too