You were bent out of shape,
  and over a knee...over me.
  So you sent all your words,
  and every plea to tell me.
  
  But I've never been wooed by a letter.
  Cause having you with me is better.
  
  Come home to me.
  
  You had lost all your will,
  your way out of Texas...you're out of reach.
  And it had cost quite a bit,
  your family's pride at your feet.
  
  But I've never been wooed by a letter.
  Cause having you with me is better.
  
  Come home to me.
  
  And I've seen your face try to hide,
  the swell of water, the lack of pride.
  But I can only sing what I feel,
  if you don't walk away,
  then it was never real.
  
  Come home to me.