Mother I'm Coming Home by Jack Rodenburg

Hello Mother I'm coming home,
Can you believe it's been so long,
Since I packed my bags and left for school
Is dinner ready? Is my brother there?
Does he take the time to tell you cares, flying to a conference in LA?

I know it is hard, but tell me, tell me, tell me, you're okay.
I know it was hard, to tell me 'chase your dreams, and go away.'
But Mother, I am coming home.

Hello Mother I'm coming home, to take your check for my student loan,
It's only a matter of time before I make it big.
You'll ask me if my life is good, if I could tell you the truth I would
But Mom, I can't stand to see you cry.

The truth is I've been hungry for a week or so,
Money is tight but I won't let you know,
I'll tell you that I miss your stir fry,

I know it's hard, but tell me, tell me, tell me, you're okay.
And I know it's hard, to tell me 'chase your dreams, and go away.'
But Mother, I am coming home.
Mother I'm coming home.

I know it will be hard, but I'll tell you, tell you, tell you, I'm okay.
Cause I know it won't be long, a record label will sign me anyday.

I'll pave my way to greatness, and soon I will be famous.
At the Grammy's when they call my name,
And I'm saying my thank-yous on the stage
The world will hear me say to you,
"Mother I'm coming home."

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