Baby, don't be foolishWon't you stay here in this room?Ain't no need in runningDon't you know we don't love youYeah, yeah, we doYou know we doWe worry about youBaby, mama's worriedAbout the things you're getting tooNow, baby, ain't no futureAnd the kind of things you want to doWhy don't you hear me all through?You know it's trueWe worry about youThere's sure gonna be some timesYou'll wish you'd stay right home with meAnd there's sure gonna be some timesYou're out there all aloneOh, babyMy, oh, babyI'm talking to youIf you ever need a friendAnd you have nowhere to goTo goAnd you're tired of all your runningAnd you're tired of all your roamingAnd you miss the oneHold upYou'll come homeHomeHomeOh, babyMamaSweet babyCome homeSo still here sometimesOh, mamaSweet babyCome homeCome homeCome home