Lyrics:

I'm getting tired of roaming around
I'm getting tired of paintin' the town
Bright lights and blonde-haired women, don't thrill me
I'm getting tired of being lit up like a Christmas tree
Yes, I've done everything that you said that I do
You told me it would be this way
Believe me baby, I'm all through
Please let me come home to you

Well I'm getting tired of roaming around
I'm getting tired of paintin' the town
Bright lights and blonde-haired women, don't thrill me
I'm getting tired of being lit up like a Christmas tree
Yes I've done everything that you said that I do
You told me it would be this way
Believe me baby, I'm all through
Please let me, please let me come home to you

May God bless you, thank you
I never go by a set of list y'all know that
You're the ones that should holla stuff out
I do got a little sheet over here to remind me of songs
That I wrote because I forget 'em