Johnny my dear you have come back home Its taken its toll being left all alone Dont mind my face it has aged a bit, while your face looks the same I must admit Johnny my sweet wont you take a seat? I havent seen your face in many years Is your hair still brown? Is your heart weighed down? Will you come home in the morning? What tales have you for a woman such as me Have you seen the Rio Grande or the hills of Tennessee Did you think of me at all on your lonesome dreary drawl You call my name in the morning Johnny my sweet wont you take a seat? I havent seen your face in many years Is your hair still brown? Is your heart weighed down? Will you come home in the morning? As for me Ive been craving company With the snow falling down theres nothing much to see Did you miss the snow falling did you hear me softly calling You call my name in the morning Johnny my sweet wont you take a seat? I havent seen your face in many years Is your hair still brown? Is your heart weighed down? Will you come home in the morning?
weighed, johnny, morning, face, brown