If I had any sense I'd go back home
Fortune and fame is not for me
And all those pretty stories ain't what they're cooked up to be
Every move I made was wrong
Every move I made was wrong
I'm havin' so much trouble, I don't know what to do
Well, my mother was cryin', my father had an aching heart
But I didn't have the will to stop, I had to do what I had to do
Nothing but my mother and father's prayers to see me through
I stayed away too long
But I can't go back now 'cause I got too much pride
My sweetheart stood cryin', I cried a little bit too
If I had any sense I'd go back home
Oh, my baby wrote me a letter saying come back to my side
He said, "Son, oh son, please don't let us part"
