Get On Home

I don't see no ten ton weights at your side

You can leave me, baby, any day or night

While you're going, I'll be showing, and that's a fact

Take your Big Ben watch and your big brown paper sack

I said to get on home, get on home

Get on home, get on home

You've been carrying on just like you're so slick

Well, your big talk and your big walk's a big trick, a big trick

You said you're gonna bug your little old man, misses

I heard that old song for nigh on fifteen hot damn years

Get on, get on home

Get on home, get on home

Get on home

Oh, yeah, get on

One of these days you'll find out I've been really true

Stayed out of the reach of pretty girls just for you, just for you

A-one of these days you'll find out the name of this game

Sweet loving, baby, this kanaka boy ain't to blame

So, get on home, get on home

Get on home, get on home, yeah

Get on home to the pots and pans

Get on home to your loving man

Get on home, don't you give me no talk

Get on home now, run don't walk

Get on, get on, get on, get on, get on, get on, get on

When you get there do the dishes

Change the diapers

Get on home now, yes

Get on home

Get on home