Bring It On Home To Me

Sam Cooke / Sam Cooke (1962)

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If you ever change your mind about leaving, leaving me behind,
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Oh, bring it to me, bring your sweet lovin',
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bring it on home to me, yeah, yeah, yeah.
 
I know I laughed, when you left. But I know now, I only hurt myself. 
Oh, bring it to me, bring your sweet lovin', 
bring it on home to me, yeah, yeah, yeah. 
 
I'll give you jewelry and money, too, that ain't all I'll do for you. 
Oh, bring it to me, bring your sweet lovin', 
bring it on home to me, yeah, yeah, yeah. 
 
You know I'll always be your slave, 'til im buried, buried in my grave. 
Oh, bring it to me, bring your sweet lovin', 
bring it on home to me, yeah, yeah, yeah. 
 
I tried to treat you right, but you stayed out, stayed out tonight. But I forgive you: 
Bring it to me, bring your sweet lovin', 
bring it on home to me, yeah, yeah, yeah. 


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