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BabyJake - Daddys Coming Home Lyrics
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Daddy's comin' home and she can't fit out the window
Her bosom too large, she gotta try the back door
Daddy's comin' home and he got elected sergeant major
He gotta alcohol problem, he gon' drink 'til it's dawn

You're no better than me, no, you're just like the rest
Ain't got no morals, just a free ramblin' man

Well Daddy's comin' home and she's gotta paint him a picture
She gotta tell him why there's a wine glass half full
Daddy's comin' home and he got a hooker by his side
And she says, "Tell me why, Daddy, tell me why?"

You're no better than me, no, you're just like the rest
Ain't got no morals, just a free ramblin' man
You're no better than me, no, you're just like the rest
I know you killed Momma in the back of her car

Hey, Daddy ain't comin' home 'cause I cut his stupid head off
I says, "How you goin' 'round town treatin' a woman like that?"
I buried him in the backyard with a big old shovel
I did it because I love you, baby, and I always have your back

You're no better than me, no, you're just like the rest
Ain't got no morals, just a free ramblin' man
You're no better than me, no, you're just like the rest
I know you killed Momma in the back of her car

You're no better than me, no, you're just like the rest
Ain't got no morals, just a free ramblin' man
You're no better than me, no, you're just like the rest
I know you killed Momma in the back of her car
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Daddy's comin' home and she can't fit out the window
Her bosom too large, she gotta try the back door
Daddy's comin' home and he got elected sergeant major
He gotta alcohol problem, he gon' drink 'til it's dawn

You're no better than me, no, you're just like the rest
Ain't got no morals, just a free ramblin' man

Well Daddy's comin' home and she's gotta paint him a picture
She gotta tell him why there's a wine glass half full
Daddy's comin' home and he got a hooker by his side
And she says, "Tell me why, Daddy, tell me why?"

You're no better than me, no, you're just like the rest
Ain't got no morals, just a free ramblin' man
You're no better than me, no, you're just like the rest
I know you killed Momma in the back of her car

Hey, Daddy ain't comin' home 'cause I cut his stupid head off
I says, "How you goin' 'round town treatin' a woman like that?"
I buried him in the backyard with a big old shovel
I did it because I love you, baby, and I always have your back

You're no better than me, no, you're just like the rest
Ain't got no morals, just a free ramblin' man
You're no better than me, no, you're just like the rest
I know you killed Momma in the back of her car

You're no better than me, no, you're just like the rest
Ain't got no morals, just a free ramblin' man
You're no better than me, no, you're just like the rest
I know you killed Momma in the back of her car
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Writer: Danny Shyman, Jake Herring
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC

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