Well she's a brown-eyed lady and I couldn't give her an answer



She took all I give her and all she ever wanted is more



And I'd have to admit that I'm not just a born romancer



Who'll taking it easy, feel like I did before





CHORUS:



Mean, mean Jemima



Won't you come back, won't you come back home?



Mean, mean Jemima



Won't you come back, won't you come back home?





I'm sitting here thinking of nothing but matches and candles



She took all I give her and all she ever wanted is more



And I'd have to admit she was too much for me to handle



Who'll taking it easy, I'm feeling like I did before





CHORUS





She's a brown-eyed lady and I couldn't give her an answer



She took all I give her and all she ever wanted is more





[guitar solo (Pete Ham)]





CHORUS





Won't you come back home? (come back)



Won't you come back? (won't you come back?)



Won't you come back home? (won't you come back?)



Won't you come back? (come back)



Won't you come back home? (come back)



Won't you come on back? (come back)



Won't you come back home? (Won't you come back?)



Won't you come back? (Won't you come back?)



Won't you come back home? (Won't you come back?).