Come Back Sweet Papa - Johnny Dodds

Oh yeah

If you got a guilty conscience

There’s no need to get depressed

Won’t you drop in anytime

Come in and get it off of your chest

It’s a shame that I can’t see you

When we’re both inside of this box

Never knowing what your name is When we have these private talks

Won’t you please come back

Cause the sound of your voice has got me wondering why I’m so distracted

So won’t you please, please come back

I’ll be waiting next time that you call to discuss how you’ve acted

Confession, come on baby

Now, was it her,

That sold you kisses at St. Patrick’s last bazaar

Or the one who drank more whiskey

And drove off in a brand new car

Or the widow who was weeping

For the husband that she lost

Or the one at their reception

Who was dancing with the dogs

Yes, I’ll be waiting next time

I want your confession

Gimme your confession

You know that’s my profession

So use imagination

You know I’ll be waiting