Nhạc sĩ: Bettye Crutcher, Booker T. Jones
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
I get up in the morning, I think I want a drinkBut I can't even get water from that old kitchen sinkThe dog we both love and raised from a pupTries to bite my hand, Lord, every time I pick him upCause I did you wrong, my whole world is falling downWith your tears and my hard work, we built a home to liveI turned my back on you, girl, when you had so much love to giveNow our home is just a house, a place to lay my headThe roof must have a leak, Lord, it's raining in my bedSince you've been gone, my whole world is falling downHoney, since you've been gone, I don't get no sleepEven a part-time job is mighty hard to keepI miss that evening meal that you used to cookMy clothes just hanging on me, Lord, you should see the way I lookBaby, please come home, my whole world is falling downBaby, please come home, my whole world is falling downBaby, please come home, my whole world is falling down