Won't you go back home,
young fella,
while you still got time.
Go back home, young fella,
while you still got time.
The big city women
and the big city gin
will get you in a fix where
you can't win,
so you better take my advice.
Don't let me have to tell you twice,
but just first,
get on that bus and go back home.
Now go back home,
young fellas,
before they break your heart.
Go back home, young fellas,
before they break your heart.
Your mama is prayin'
and your daddy is too,
and sweet little Susie is waitin' for you.
So you'd better take my advice
Don't let me have to tell you twice
But you're first, get on that bus
and go back home
Winter is coming
And the concrete is cold
You know it will freeze
To your very soul
The women are fast
And the money is slow
I'm slow, I'm running oh so slow
And this ain't something I heard,
this is something I know
This is something I know
So won't you go back home, young fella
You better not tarry too long
Go back home, young fella
Better not tarry too long
The cold white snow will
fall asleep and hail
Get you sleeping on the subway,
gonna put you in jail
So you better take my ad vice
Don't let me have to tell you twice
Put your foot, get on that bus
and go back home
Now go back home, young fella
Go home, young fella
Go home, go home, go on home