paroles de chanson Coming Home - William Bolton

Hey mama
Dear mama
Woah

Dear mom
You know I really love the weather
I wrote this song for you as a letter
I love it in L.A. (yeah)
But I miss the smell of home cooking
Been doing things that I know I shouldn't
I think I need a break

Oh-woah, I'm on my way
It's been too many months
Oh-woah, boarding my plane
To see the ones I love
I'm coming home, woah-oh
I'm coming home, home

Dear mom
Always told me I could be a star
Now, I'm on a different boulevard
And the road it can get rough (ooh, woah, oh)
And all the girls are really pretty
But their attitudes are really shitty
And I just can't find love (no, no, no)

Oh-woah, I'm on my way
I've missed you so much
Oh-woah, boarding my plane
To see the ones I love
I'm coming home, woah-oh
I'm coming home, home

I'm coming ho-o-ome, ho-o-ome
Ho-o-ome

Oh-woah, I'm on my way
It's been too many months
Oh-woah, boarding my plane
To see the ones I love
I'm coming home