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Well, I've been a traveler most of my life |
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Never took a home, never took a wife |
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Ran away young and decided to roam |
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Wanna see my mama and my daddy back home |
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Home, where the river runs cold |
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The water tastes good, the winters ain't cold |
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Home, where the trees grow tall |
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The home fires burn, the whippoorwills call |
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I remember stories that my daddy used to tell |
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My eyes would get big, and his chest would swell |
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I could sit for hours and listen with glee |
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As he'd tell of how he lived when he's a boy like me |
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Home, where the river runs cold |
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The water tastes good, the winters ain't cold |
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Home, where the trees grow tall |
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The home fires burn, the whippoorwills call |
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Well, mama dear, mama do you still love your boy |
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After all my roamin' can I still bring you joy |
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Mom sent a letter, got it not long ago |
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She said "come home, I'm missin' you so |
