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On the hills of Georgia |
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Across the plains of Tennessee |
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I've seen and I've done most everything |
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That a man can do or see |
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But if I could only borrow |
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One dream from your sleep |
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I'd be on that train tomorrow |
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I'll be home on Christmas Day |
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And so many times before |
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She left that candle burning |
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Oh, too many tears had fell |
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My soul filled with yearning |
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If I had any sense at all |
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I'd just be on my way |
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I'd be on that train tomorrow |
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Be home on Christmas Day |
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Every time I think about her |
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All the love I left behind |
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Memories still linger |
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Within my troubled mind |
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I could set aside my pride |
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And I'd be on my way |
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I'd catch that train tomorrow |
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And be home on Christmas Day |
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I had any sense at all |
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I'd just be on my way |
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I'd catch that train tomorrow |
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I'd be home on Christmas Day |
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I said, I'd catch a train tomorrow |
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I'd be home on Christmas Day |
