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Well it seems that we've been runnin' from are past |
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Life never gave us time to settle down |
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And you questioned whether frightened love can last |
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And that ole highway song is just not where it's at |
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The trees roll by and the white lines hold me back |
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From mobile to Denver there's something that they all lack |
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So until we find a place to make a new start |
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I will build you a homestead in my heart |
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Well I'm lookin' at you sleepin' across the seat |
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And the whine of the trucks are fillin' up my ears |
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All the highs and lows left somewhere in between |
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All those one night stands between Dallas and new Orleans |
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Well I can't offer much except the love |
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Of a guitar picker ain't nobody thinkin' of |
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So until we find a place to make a new start |
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I will build you a homestead in my heart |
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So until we find a place to make a new start |
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I will build you a homestead in my heart |