Vicki Lawrence — Mr. Allison

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