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The only the thing I see ahead is |
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Just the heat a rising off the road |
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The rainbows I've been chasing keep on fading before I find my pot of gold |
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But more and more I'm thinking, that the only treasures that I'll ever know |
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Are long ago and far behind and wrapped up in my memories of home |
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Home was a swimming hole and a fishing pole and the feel of a muddy row between my toes |
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Home was a back porch swing where I would sit and mom would sing amazing grace |
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While she hung out the clothes, |
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Home was an easy chair with my daddy there and the smell of Sunday supper on the stove |
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My footsteps carry me away but in my mind I'm always going home |
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Now the miles I put behind me ain't as hard as the miles that lay ahead |
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And its much too late to listen to the words of wisdom that my daddy said |
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The straight and narrow path he showed me turned into a thousand winding roads, |
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My footsteps carry me away, but in my mind I'm always going home. |
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Home was a swimming hole and a fishing pole and the feel of a muddy row between my toes |
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Home was a back porch swing where I would sit and mom would sing amazing grace |
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While she hung out the clothes, |
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Home was an easy chair with my daddy there and the smell of Sunday supper on the stove |
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My footsteps carry me away but in my mind I'm always going home |
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Yeah, the straight and narrow path he showed me turned into a thousand winding roads, |
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My footsteps carry me away, but in my mind I'm always going home. |
