Title Bring It On Home To Me
Composer Sam Cooke
Composition’s Year 1962
First Recording Artist Sam Cooke
Aretha’s First Recording Year 1968
Lyrics
If you ever change your mind
About leaving, about leaving me behind
Oh, oh, oh, bring it to me, bring your sweet loving
Bring it on home to me, yeah, yeah
You know that I laughed, I laughed when you left
But oh, oh, oh, today I know I’ve only hurt myself, yes I did
Oh, bring it to me, bring your sweet loving
Bring it on home to me, oh, oh, home to me
I’d give you hell around, yeah, and a whole lot of money too
But you, blue baby, yes you know that all I’d do for you, yeah
You ought to bring it to me, get yourself together come on home, baby
Come on give your loving to me, yeah, yeah, come on home to me
Yeah, you ought to come on home now, yeah
Come on home now, baby
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you know that I’ll always be your slave
But until that lady comes, til she comes on and I’m buried in my grave, oh baby
You know you ought to come on home, you ought to come on home
And bring, bring it on back now
Bring it on home to me, mmm, you bring it on home to me, yeah, I got it
You know I tried, I really tried to treat you right
But you though for all this hard known
You’re free and i’ll be in my playing with all day and night, but I got it
You know you ought to come on home, think about it
Come on home, bring it on home
They ain’t got nothing to give you, bring it on home to me, yeah
They bring it on home to me, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh yeah
They bring it on home to me, they bring, yes, they bring it
You know you ought to bring it, oh, oh, oh, on home to me, oh yeah
You ought to bring it on home, ah, bring it on home to me
Català – Porta-me’l A Casa
Si mai canvies d’opinió
Sobre deixar-me, sobre oblidar-te de mi
Oh, oh, oh, porta-me’l, porta el teu dolç amor
Porta-me’l a casa, sí, sí
Saps que vaig riure, vaig riure quan vas marxar
Però, oh, oh, oh, avui sé que només em feia mal a mi mateixa, sí, ho vaig fer
Oh, porta-me’l, porta el teu dolç amor
Porta-me’l a casa, oh, oh, a casa per mi
Et donaria una vida esbojarrada, sí, i un munt de diners també
Però tu, noi trist, sí, tu saps que tot ho faria per tu, sí
Has de porta-me’l, recupera la calma, vine a casa, noi
Vinga, dona’m el teu amor, sí, sí, vine a casa amb mi
Sí, has de venir a casa ara, sí
Vine a casa ara, noi
Tu, tu, tu, tu, tu, tu, tu, tu, tu, tu saps que sempre seré la teva esclava
Però fins que aquella senyora vingui, fins que vingui i estigui enterrada al sepulcre, oh noi
Saps que has de venir a casa, has de venir a casa
I porta, torna’l ara
Porta-me’l a casa, mmm, tu porta-me’l a casa, sí, ho tinc
Saps que ho vaig intentar, realment vaig intentar tractar-te bé
Però malgrat tot aquest aprenentatge
Tu ets lliure i jo faré la meva dia i nit, però ho tinc
Saps que has de venir a casa, pensa-hi
Vine a casa, porta’l a casa
No tenen res per donar-te, porta-me’l a casa, sí
M’ho porten a casa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh sí
M’ho porten a casa, porten, sí, el porten
Saps que l’has de portar, oh, oh, oh, a casa per mi, oh sí
L’has de portar a casa, ah , porta-me’l a casa
allaretha 