Text: Burton Cummings. 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
Tell 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
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 them
That I won't be comin' home again

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
Lord I wanna go home, Lord I wanna go home

You gotta break it to them gently, break it to them gently
Gotta break it to them gently, gotta really try to roll them
Gotta break it to them gently, gotta really try to soothe them
Gotta really try to soothe them, gotta really try to roll them

Gotta roll it to my Mother, gotta roll it to my Grandma, gotta roll the old lady
Roll it to my Mother, roll it to my Mother, roll the old lady
Roll it to my Grandma, she's damn near eighty, roll the old lady
Roll it to my Mother, roll it to my Mother, gotta roll the old lady
Roll it to my Mother, sister and my Mother, roll the old lady
Roll it to my Grandma, she's damn near eighty, roll the old lady