Tie a yellow ribbon *round the old oak tree
I*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.