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(Won't Be) Coming Home - Robert Cray



     
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As her car pulls out the driveway
And she don’t wave goodbye
Her last words echo in my mind
Listen honey, i gotta get away
I’m standing here watching her tail lights
As if they’re some kind of sign
Fading into a memory
I just got tired of trying
So long, i hate to see you go
So i save my tears for later on down the road
How come i keep i holding on
Knowing you won’t be coming home
Two days later i get a letter
A picture of a room in some hotel
Sitting framed up on the table,

A picture i know so well
You’ve painted yourself in to a corner
Now you’re trying to paint something new
And your lipstick on the letter
Is a goodbye kiss from you
So long, i hate to see you go
So i save my tears for later on down the road
How come i keep i holding on
Knowing you won’t be coming home
I still set the table
Still set it for you and me
It’s become a habit
My own personal make believe
So long, i hate to see you go
So i save my tears for later on down the road
How come i keeṗ i holding on
Knowing you won’t be coming home
So long, i hate to see you go
So i save my tears for later on down the road
How come i keep i holding on
Knowing you won’t be coming home
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Robert Cray (born August 1, 1953, Columbus, Georgia) is an American blues guitarist and singer. A five-time Grammy Award winner, he has led his own band (The Robert Cray Band), as well as an acclaimed solo career. In 2011, Cray was inducted to the Blues Hall of Fame. While Cray was among artists such as Stevie Ray Vaughan and George Thorogood who got wider radio airplay and regular MTV video exposure during the late 1980s, he started playing guitar in his early teens.

Read more about Robert Cray on Last.fm.


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