Then We'll Be Home Songtext

von Ray Charles

Packed my bags im going away
I don't know where im going
Things are tough they awfully rough
But still im going
I got no rest i did my best and
Oh im so tired
The pay was low the work was slow
And i got fired (dammit)
One day soon im gonna make a million
Dollars of my own
And im comin home
"you better believe it"
When i get this million dollars of my own
Whoa oh-o
I hurt my maw my paw said son
Why you leaving
Well if i stay within my heart
Ill be grieving "i told him that"
I had to leave my girl behind
She was so hurt inside
And as i left I kissed her on the cheek
Then i wiped her eyes lawd have mercy
"you just let me get my hands on this million"
Dollars of my own
And im coming home to you mama
Yes i am
"if i can just uh, find a million huh - huh" dollars of my own im coming on whoa o ohhn

(orchestra)

I packed my bags I'm going away
I don't know where I'm going
Things are tough they awfully rough
Yet im going "and y'all cant stop me"
I got no rest did my best
And im so tired
The pay was low the work was slow
And i got fired oh yes i did
But one day soon I'll make a million
Dollars of my own yeah and ill be home
"dont worry about that"
"and i just might find a lady friend
With a million, huh"
Dollars of her own
Well, I'll be home
Y'all know oh oh-oh
If i can just find a million
Dollars of my own
Im coming ho-o-o ho-ome
"and if i get this lady friend that's the main thing, with a million"
Dollars of her own
Well, we got to come home, yeah we will
Woo, yeah we're sure to make a million
Dollars of our own I'm coming on-n-n on home
"ah-ha, I better not "git" my hands on no million, I'm talking about dollars, no way
'cuz, if i do - lookout, i aint jivin'
I'm gonna be a mean mutha ...