Oh Geraldine, why don’t you come home?
Oh Geraldine, won’t you please come home?
There’s nothing to eat and your chores aren't getting done.

The dishes are piling at the top of the sink.
The laundry pile is really starting to stink.
There’s so much dust, I can’t see the floor.
I don’t know why, I can’t say any more.
But if you come home now, I might love you just the same.

Geraldine, why don’t you come home?
Geraldine, won’t you please come home?
There’s nothing to eat and your chores aren't getting done.

There's nothing to eat but some moldy bread.
Nothing but dust in the pantry shed.
There's nothing to drink but this rot gut rye.
I’m willing to drink but not willing to die,
But if you come home now, I might love you just the same.

Oh Geraldine, won’t you please come home?
Oh Geraldine, why won’t you come home?
There’s nothing to eat and your chores aren't getting done.

You’re not home to tell me what to do.
I’m all alone, I can’t bother you.
There's nothing to do but just pay the rent.
The rate’s the same. It's like you never left
But if you come home now, I know I'd love you just the same.

Oh Geraldine, won’t you please come home?
Oh Geraldine, why won’t you come home?
There’s nothing to eat and the chores aren't getting done.