Little girl, we gotta talk soon
You can't come on the road with me
Little girl, we gotta walk soon
This is a two-man band, no room for three
You were always happy and you made me happy too
'Til that first-cla** letter came one day
Saying there's a tour and I'll be gone about a month
And you wanna come along, yeah, and you know that it's all wrong
Little girl, I don't mean to hurt you
You know I never want to break your heart
Little girl, how I'm gonna miss you
And these four weeks will drag while we're apart
If I could take you with me, well, believe me girl, I would
But right now, I just can't afford that life
The backstreet clubs I play in wouldn't turn you on one bit
And you'd only end up crying, and you wanna come back home
Come back home
Little girl
Little girl
If I could take you with me, well, believe me girl, I would
But right now, I just can't afford that life
The backstreet clubs I play in wouldn't turn you on one bit
And you'd only end up crying, and you wanna come back home
Little girl
Little girl.