| Way up north where the snow flies and the sun don’t hardly shine
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| If it weren’t for my true love, i’d long ago lost my mind
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| I’d long ago lost my mind
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| There’s good folks here, good folks there, most everywhere i go But the land of my heart is down where the snow white cotton grows
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| Where the snow white cotton grows
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| When the river runs over from the melting snow, we’ll take to the higher ground
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| When the water goes down again we’ll saddle our old paint
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| We’ll be homeward bound
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| Me and my love will be homeward bound
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| Heartstrings hold tighter than the roots of a live oak tree
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| Holdin’through tornado winds
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| Tougher than timber, stronger than steel
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| They’ll guide me back southward again
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| They’ll guide me back southward again
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| When the river runs over from the melting snow, we’ll take to the higher ground
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| And when the water goes down again we’ll saddle our old paint
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| We’ll be homeward bound
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| Me and my love will be homeward bound |