drums up, tho it is hard to hear on small speakers
Lyrics
wisteria in spring
blooms and smells just like death
when the Postman at the door
brings the bills, junk mail
but no letters home from you
You left me with a baby
hanging on my hip
you said that you were leaving
and didn’t want no lip
(chorus)
I want you back
your duty is at home
As far as I’m concerned
you are only out on loan
you talked about duty
and volunteered to go back
and left me here so lonesome
and in an empty sack
I don’t care what you have to do
or if they kill more yankees
or what they do to who
I need you in my bed
I need, I need you
(chorus)
I want you back
your duty is at home
As far as I’m concerned
you are only out on loan
