
AWARD WINNING BLUES, JAZZ, AND GOSPEL SONGWRITER AND SINGER
DWIGHT L. WILCOX II
BROKE AND BLOODY
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I’ve come home Broke and Bloody more times than I recall
I don’t know why my sweet woman puts up with me at all
Wherever there’s a tight rope to walk that’s me running ‘long the string
I used to find a hornets nest To fight ‘til after ‘while that just lost it’s sting
Now I climb up on a big barstool shout, “C’mon, y’all crown me king!
Funny how the boys round town won’t take it right smart how their fists do zing
I’ve come home / I’ve come home / I’ve come home / I’ve come home
I’ve come home Broke and Blood more times than I recall
I don’t know why my sweet woman puts up with me at all
She seems to understand, and I wish I did
All of my raisin’ Cain, blowing off the lid
I’ve come home Broke and Bloody more times than I recall
I don’t know why my sweet woman puts up with me at all
I work hard all day to get a livin’
Give her Near all Of my Pay
After supper feel the walls closin’ in
And I gotta get out to Play
So, I haunt the bars and the taverns
No mind To what people say
Strange how so many nights I hunt trouble
Like I fear it’s gonna get away
I’ve come home / I’ve come home / I’ve come home / I’ve come home
I’ve come home Broke and Bloody More times Than I recall
I don’t know Why my sweet Woman Puts up With me At all
She keeps letting me in I keep coming home
Scared near death someday I’ll find her gone
I know I ought to stop Tearing up the town
Every time I do I know I just let her down
I’ve come home / I’ve come home / I’ve come home / I’ve come home
I’ve come home Broke and Blood more times than I recall
I don’t know why my sweet woman puts up with me at all