| Another two months on the road
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| Just two more miles and I’ll be home to what I know
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| Where things move a little slower
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| And people always wave goodbye and say hello
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| And the maples on this road
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| They must be 300 years old
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| Just imagine all the stories they could tell
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| Of the tractors and the cars
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| All comin home from Liston’s Bar
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| And the country folk just out to raise some hell
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| To raise some hell
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| This is my home
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| This is where I belong
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| Where my daughter’s go to school
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| Where opinions are strong
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| Where my neighbors are my friends
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| And the story Never ends
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| So I just hit the ground and keep on runnin
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| All of yesterday has come and gone
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| And so you try to pick up all the pieces
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| Put it all back the way that it belongs
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| Well the next thing that you know
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| It’s time to play another show
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| I’m leavin out of here just after dawn
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| Ain’t it good to know that no matter where you go That this town has got your back when you are gone
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| When you are gone
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| And this is my home, this is where I belong
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| Where my daughters go to School
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| Where opinions are strong
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| Where my ammendment rights keep me safe at night
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| Where my neighbors are my friends
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| And the story never ends
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| This is my home
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| This is where I belong
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| Where my daughter’s go to school
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| Where opinions are strong
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| Where my ammendment rights keep me safe at night
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| Where my neighbor’s are my friends
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| And the story never ends
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| The story never ends
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| Another two months on the road,
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| Just two more miles to what I know. |