Things ain't the same, Babe, I'm coming home

              A burly coon and his lady love one dark and stormy night
Could not agree, then he and she had a terrible fight.
This coon got sore and slammed the door, said he'd return no more,
Had packed his grip to take a trip, for their dream of love was o'er.
Most ev'ry day this coon would say he never would return.
He'd be content where'er he went, as he had coin to burn.
But he soon got broke, all his clothes in soak, and then was on the dead;
To his babe he wrote a little note, and this is what he said,
"Things ain't the same, babe, since I went away:
If I return, babe please let me stay.
I'm sorry I went, babe, from you to roam;
I'm on my way, babe, I'm coming home."

'Twas on a Wednesday this note arrived and found his babe alone,
'Twas Thursday noon this sorry coon expected news from home.
He loafed around the town each day awaiting anxiously.
He said, "I'm sure my lady love will send some coin to me."
On Thursday noon the letter came, and it near broke his heart,
"Not a single sou will I give you; 'tis best we stay apart.
You must think I'm crazy, man, to forgive so soon;
Once you had things all your way, now there's nothing doing, coon."
"Things ain't the same, babe, since you went away:
If you return, man, I cannot stay.
'Tis bad you left, coon, from me to roam;
If you're on your way, babe, I'm leaving home."