Tell My Sister lyrics

Weather man on the radio

Threatens rain, maybe snow

He just forecasts, he don't know

I need blue skies, I've got to go

I'm not a cowboy, I've never been shot

I'm not a convict, I've never been caught

Tell my sister to tell my mother

I'm coming home, home alone

Sunday morning I boarded a plane

Leaving London, England, in the pouring rain

Tell my sister to tell my mother

I'm coming home, home alone

Someday I'll be back again

To that green and pleasant land

Between the channel and the sea

Across the ocean, that's where I want to be

But until then, tie me to the ground

I've got to let these weary bones rest

From all that runnin' around

Tell my sister to tell my mother

I'm coming home, home alone