Won't you come home, Antonio Cromartie, won't you come home
I moan the whole night long
I'll do the begging, honey, I'll pay the rent
I know I done you wrong

Remember that August eve' that
I drove you out with nothin' but a fine tooth comb
Yes, I know that I'm to blame, and ain't that a shame
Antonio Cromartie, won't you please come home