Break It To Them Gently

Break it to them gently

when you tell my Mom and Dad

When you see my baby sister

be as kind as you can

And break it to my Grandma

who said "That boy's wild and bad"

Break it to them gently when you tell them

that I won't be coming home again

Cause I'm running with a gun and it isn't any fun as a fugitive

Fightin for my life and I don't know if I'll make it alone

Running with a gun and it isn't any fun as a fugitive

God I wanna go home

Lord I wish I was home

When you see my lady with the twinkle in her eyes

Tell it to her softly and hold her if she cries

Tell her that I love her and I will till the day I die

Break it to her gently when you tell her

that I won't be coming home again

I got in too deep with strangers

Thinking they could help me find my way

But nobody warned me of the dangers

And it's always the young and foolish that have to pay

So break it to them gently when you tell my Mom and Dad

Thank them for the good years and all the lovin’ that I had

And break it to my Grandma who said "the boy is wild and bad"

Break it to them gently when you tell 'em

that I won't be comin’ home again

Cause I'm running with a gun and it isn't any fun as a fugitive

Fightin’ for my life and I don't know if I'll make it alone

Running with a gun and it isn't any fun as a fugitive

God I wanna go home

Lord I wish I was home

You gotta break it to them gently

You gotta break it to them gently

You gotta really try and soothe them

You gotta really try and soothe them

You gotta roll it to my mother

You gotta roll it to my grandma

Roll the old lady

Roll it to my mother

And my sister and my brother

Roll the old lady

Roll it to my grandma

Because she’s damn near 80

And Roll the old lady

Roll it to my mother

My sister and my brother

Break it to them gently when you tell them

That I wont be coming home again

Lyrics by LK Lyrics Group Kevin Boul