Break it to Them Gently

Break it to them gently when you tell my Mom and Dad

When you see my baby sister be as kind as you can

And break it to my Grandma, who said, "That boy's wild and bad"

Break it to them gently when you tell them

That I won't be coming home again'Cause I'm running with a gun and it isn't any fun as a fugitive

Fightin' for my life and I don't know if I'll make it alone

Running with a gun and it isn't any fun as a fugitive

God I wanna go home, Lord I wish I was homeWhen you see my lady with the twinkle in her eyes

Tell it to her softly and hold her if she cries

Tell her that I love her and I will till the day I die

Tell it to her gently when you tell her that I won't be coming home againI got in too deep with strangers

Thinking they could help me find my way

Nobody warned me of the dangers

And it's always the young and foolish that have to paySo break it to them gently when you tell my Mom and Dad

Thank them for the good years and all the lovin' that I had

And break it to my Grandma, who said, "The boy is wild and bad"

Break it to them gently when you tell them

That I won't be comin' home againI'm running with a gun and it isn't any fun as a fugitive

Fightin' for my life and I don't know if I'll make it alone

Running with a gun and it isn't any fun as a fugitive

Lord I wanna go home, Lord I wanna go homeYou gotta break it to them gently, break it to them gently

Gotta break it to them gently, gotta really try to roll them

Gotta break it to them gently, gotta really try to soothe them

Gotta really try to soothe them, gotta really try to roll themGotta roll it to my Mother, gotta roll it to my Grandma, gotta roll the old lady

Roll it to my Mother, roll it to my Mother, roll the old lady

Roll it to my Grandma, she's damn near eighty, roll the old lady

Roll it to my Mother, roll it to my Mother, gotta roll the old lady

Roll it to my Mother, sister and my Mother, roll the old lady

Roll it to my Grandma, she's damn near eighty, roll the old lady