Won’t You Come Back Home

I was living on a mountain
With my head up in the air
But you made me come back down again
You couldn't leave me standing there
If I could drift above the valleys
And whistle in the breeze
But you've gone away and left me
Six months and three days

Won't you come back home to your ever lovin' mama
Living in a house in the city so cold
All alone like a pine cone drifting down a heavy water stream
Oh won't you come back to me

Rest my head apon a pillow
Little pills before I sleep
You're halfway to Athabasca
I hadn't noticed in a week
If I could buy away the heartache
wouldn't have a nickel to my name
All my pockets would be empty
But you'd be right back here again

Won't you come back home to your ever lovin' mama
Living in a house in the city so cold
All alone like a pine cone drifting down a heavy water stream
Oh won't you come back to me
Oh won't you come back to me

Oh I know the summers coming
And the winter won't be long
Late nights and loud parties
Couldn't do me any harm
But all the blossoms in the Springtime
Won't bring you back happily
If I could drift above the valleys
If you could whistle close to me

Won't you come back home to your ever lovin' mama
Living in a house in the city so cold
All alone like a pine cone drifting down a heavy water stream
Oh won't you come back to me
Won't you come back home to your ever lovin' mama
Living in a house in the city so cold
All alone like a pine cone drifting down a heavy water stream
Oh won't you come back to me
Oh won't you come back to me