Got To Get Myself Together

My baby wrote me a ten-page letter

She said I’ll be coming home, boy, and I hope for the better

And you know that your mind it changes something like the weather

And I’ll be coming home, boy, and I hope for the better

This is what she said

Dark clouds hanging over your head

Lightning and thunder

For every drop of rain that falls

I know you want to see your mama

I said, baby, I got to get myself together

‘Cause you know my mind it changes something like the weather

And I’m going to be coming home, boy, and I hope for the better

This is what she said

It’s raining and there is snow on the side

You got another woman by your side

You got to stop playing them tricks

You got to get that woman out there quick

Dark clouds hanging over your head

Lighting and thunder

For every drop of rain that falls

I know you want to see your mama

I said, baby, I got to get myself together

I said you know that my mind it changes something like the weather

This is what she said

I’ll be coming home, boy, I hope for the better

This is what she said

I’m coming home…