| There’s a storm across the valley, clouds are rolling in
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| The afternoon is heavy on your shoulders
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| There’s a truck out on the four lane, a mile or more away
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| The whining of his wheels just makes it colder
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| He’s an hour away from riding on your prayers up in the sky
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| And ten days on the road are barely gone
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| There’s a fire softly burning, supper’s on the stove
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| But it’s the light in your eyes that makes him warm
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| Hey, it’s good to be back home again
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| Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend
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| Yes and hey, it’s good to be back home again
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| There’s all the news to tell him, how’s you spend your time
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| And what’s the latest thing the neighbors say?
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| And your mother called last Friday, sunshine made her cry
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| And you felt the baby move just yesterday
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| Hey, it’s good to be back home again
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| Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend
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| Yes and hey, it’s good to be back home again
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| Oh, the time that I can lay this tired old body down
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| And feel your fingers feather soft upon me
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| The kisses that I live for, the love that lights my way
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| The happiness that living with you brings me
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| It’s the sweetest thing I know of, just spending time with you
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| It’s the little things that make a house a home
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| Like a fire softly burning and supper on the stove
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| The light in your eyes that makes me warm
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| Hey, it’s good to be back home again
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| Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend
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| Yes and hey, it’s good to be back home again
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| Hey, it’s good to be back home again
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| Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend
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| Yes and hey, it’s good to be back home again
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| I said hey, it’s good to be back home again |