Thursday, December 13, 2012

Lirik Lagu ON ROUND THE OLD OAK TREE ON ROUND THE OLD OAK TREE

I'm coming' home, I've done my time

Now I've got to know what is and isn't mine

If you received my letter telling you I'd soon be free

Then you'll know just what to do

If you still want me

If you still want me

Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree

It's been three long years

Do ya still want me?

If I don't see a ribbon round the old oak tree

I'll stay on the bus

Forget about us

Put the blame on me

If I don't see a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree

Bus driver, please look for me

'cause I couldn't bear to see what I might see

I'm really still in prison

And my love, she holds the key

A simple yellow ribbons what I need to set me free

I wrote and told her please

Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree

It's been three long years

Do ya still want me?

If I don't see a ribbon round the old oak tree

I'll stay on the bus

Forget about us

Put the blame on me

If I don't see a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree

Now the whole damned bus is cheering

And I can't believe I see

A hundred yellow ribbons round the old oak tree

I'm coming home

I'm coming' home, I've done my time

Now I've got to know what is and isn't mine

If you received my letter telling you I'd soon be free

Then you'll know just what to do

If you still want me

If you still want me

Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree

It's been three long years

Do ya still want me?

If I don't see a ribbon round the old oak tree

I'll stay on the bus

Forget about us

Put the blame on me

If I don't see a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree

Bus driver, please look for me

'cause I couldn't bear to see what I might see

I'm really still in prison

And my love, she holds the key

A simple yellow ribbons what I need to set me free

I wrote and told her please

Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree

It's been three long years

Do ya still want me?

If I don't see a ribbon round the old oak tree

I'll stay on the bus

Forget about us

Put the blame on me

If I don't see a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree

Now the whole damned bus is cheering

And I can't believe I see

A hundred yellow ribbons round the old oak tree

I'm coming home

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