Take Another Swing At Me

I know I sent you packing
But now I want you back again
Living without you ain't no living at all
How I miss your nagging
And your tongue a-wagging
And the crash of the coffee cup
Up against the bedroom wall

In the kitchen early in the morning
Midnight walking the floor
Without your crying, cussing and your moaning
Home ain't home anymore

So come on, honey
Come home and spend my money
Come back, mama, and take another swing at me

I told my friends how I sent you running
Cause you didn't do me right
But if I looked up and saw you coming
You could do me wrong all night

So come on, honey
Come home and spend my money
Come back, mama, and take another swing at me

Come back, mama, and take another swing at me

Come back, mama, and take another swing at me

Take another swing at me...