| This proud wild land where the wind blows free
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| Has always been a part of me
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| It’s in my blood, I just can’t get it out
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| For a hundred miles a man can see
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| And be about as wild as he wants to be
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| If he feels like shouting all he’s gotta do is shout
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| Where the purple mountains reach up high
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| And look like they’re gonna touch the sky
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| Where the canyon walls have stood for a million years
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| Where the days are hot, the nights are cold
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| The desert sand looks just like gold
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| These trails were carved in sweat and blood and tears
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| Where the painted desert as you pass by
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| Looks like a rainbow in the sky
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| The cactus blooms in the early morning sun
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| Where the nightwings sing and eagles fly
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| The clouds paint pictures in the sky
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| The coyotes howl tells you when the day is done
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| I’m coming home, this time I’m gonna stay
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| I’m coming home and I ain’t never goin' away
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| My feet are itching to get back home
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| I’ve had the desert fever since I’ve been gone
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| I need some loving so bad that I can’t see
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| When a woman looks a man in the eye
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| You know it takes a man to satisfy
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| Thinking about them girls is killing me
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| I’m going home, going home
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| Going home, I’m going home
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| Going home, going home
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| Going home |