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 PRETTY THINGS - Come Home Momma Lyrics

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With stiffened back, dressed in black
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Enters doctor pessimism, no one called him.
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He sips his tea, demands his fee,
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Offers not one word of comfort to those grieving.
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Come home Momma
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You know the old man is dying.
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Brothers, sisters,
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They stand around and they are crying.
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He takes his hat, snaps it back
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On the empty head old Lester
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Thought might save him.
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He snaps his purse, sends for the hearse,
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Then he's off to dance beneath
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Bright mirrored ceilings.
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Come home Momma.
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It's such a bitch, when the ditch
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That they're digging is for your old man to lie in.
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It grows so cold, when you're told
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That old Lester's house is sold
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The mortgage closing.
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Come home Momma.
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