Tie a yellow ribbon *round the old oak treeI*m coming home; I*ve done my time. Now I*ve got to know what is and isn*t mine. If you received my letter telling you still want me, if you still want me. Tie a yellow ribbon *round the old oak tree. It*s been three long years. Do you still want me? If I don*t see a ribbon *round the old oak tree, I*ll stay on the bus, forget about us, put the blame on me, if I don*t see a yellow ribbon *round the old oak tree.
Bus driver, please look for me, *cause I couldn*t bear to see what I might see. I*m really still in prison, and my love she holds the key. A simple yellow ribbon*s what I need to set me free. I wrote and told her please.
Now the whole danm bus is cheering, and I can*t believe I see a hundred yellow ribbons *round the old oak tree. I*m coming home.
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