Break it to them gently
When you tell my Mom and Dad.
When you see my baby sister
Be as kind as you can.
Break it to my Grandma,
Who said 'the boy is wild and bad'.
Break it to them gently when you tell them that I won't be coming home again.
Cause I'm running with a gun
And it isn't any fun as a fugitive.
Fighting for my life
And I don't know if I'll make it alone.
Running with a gun and it isn't any fun as a fugitive.
God I want to go home.
Lord I wish I was home
...
When you see my lady
With that twinkle in her eye.
Tell it to her softly,
And hold her if she cries.
Tell her that I love her
And I will 'till the day I die.
Break it to her gently when you tell her that
I won't be coming home again.
Cause I got in too deep with strangers.
Thinking they could help me find my way.
But nobody warned me outta danger.
And it's always the young and foolish that have to pay.
Break it to them gently
When you tell my Mom and Dad.
Thank 'em for the good years
And all the lovin' that I had.
Break it to my Grandma
Who said 'that boy is wild and bad'.
Break it to them gently when you tell them that
I won't be comin' home again.
Cause I'm running with a gun
And it isn't any fun as a fugitive.
Yeah fighting for my life
And I don't know if I'll make it alone.
Running with a gun and it isn't any fun as a fugitive.
God I want to go home.
God I wish I was home.
Writer(s): B Cummings
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com