Mr. Allison - Vicki Lawrence

Won’t you come on in?

Sit down in the den

Here’s some mail that came for you

Love letters from your friend

Dumb of her to send them here, but worse

Didn’t she know I would see them first

Still they remain the same

No, I didn’t read her name

There were times I wanted to

It drove me half insane

Wouldn’t do no good to know who she is

'Cause I got my hands full just to keep my wits

So hold your head up, Mr. Allison

Just look at me and say

That you don’t need me like yesterday

Then you can go to her, Mr. Allison

And not a word I’ll say

What puzzles me so

Is the places that you go

Don’t know why I brought up

'Cause I really don’t want to know

Now you say

She didn’t mean a thing to you

And just last night you told her you were through

I thought you’d say that, Mr. Allison

And that your memory of me was so strong

That you couldn’t go along

Just couldn’t go through with her, Mr. Allison

And you had to come home

What’s the matter with me?

Well, it’s been a lonely week

I guess I need to go to bed

'Cause I really have missed my sleep

Why the turn-away tear and what’s wrong?

Oh, I see you want to come along

So hold your hand out, Mr. Allison

I can bend, so I will mend

There’s a little of you in every man

I understand you, Mr. Allison, welcome home

Welcome home