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Mamma's tears fell so easy |
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Daddy's handshake was strong |
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Then I climbed aboard that greyhound |
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Eighteen and glad to be gone |
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Took a rented room on Broadway |
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And as I unpacked everything I owed |
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I found a note my mamma left me |
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With a Bible and a bus ticket home |
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It said, 'One will get you where you're going |
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When you haven't got a prayer |
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And one will bring you back son |
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If your dreams ain't waiting there' |
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'You're out on your own now |
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We won't be there to fall back on |
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But you know we're never farther |
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Than a Bible and a bus ticket home' |
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The years have come and gone and taken |
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The only things in life I ever counted on |
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But I'm going back tomorrow |
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To lay flowers on their stone |
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I can almost hear my mamma calling |
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Saying, 'Son come back where you belong |
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You've got all you need to get here |
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A Bible and a bus ticket home' |
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It said, 'One will get you where you're going |
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When you haven't got a prayer |
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And one can bring you back son |
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If your dreams ain't waiting there' |
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'You're out on your own now |
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We won't be there to fall back on |
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But you know we're never farther |
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Than a Bible and a bus ticket home |
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Boy you know we're never farther |
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Than a Bible and a bus ticket home' |
