| I’m goin back to my home town
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| Gonna sit right down and take a look around
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| Tall trees talking all along the shore
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| Where the wood meets the river at the forest floor
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| The grass hangs heavy all full of rain
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| The wise dog wanders through the coming grain
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| Now does a true heart change
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| Or does it stay the same
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| Think ill go on back to from where I came,
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| Yeah
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| The sound of the sun and the winds that blow
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| Hold no candle to the things I know
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| Oh I’m goin back down to my home town
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| Gonna break some ground
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| Take a look around
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| Cuz I’m goin back to my home town
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| Some love stays leaving some will stick around
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| Tall trees talking can ya hear the sound
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| Of the mad man sitting at the rivers mouth
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| Some dance for joy some sing for rain
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| Say it’ll only take a women to drive a man insane
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| I’ve seen the workers and I’ve seen the bums
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| And they all shine equal in the setting sun
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| Yeah
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| I’m goin back to my home town
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| Gunna sit right down and take a look around
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| The fools lay fallow can ya hear the sound
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| Better call on the spirit cuz i’m weathered down
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| The grass hangs heavy its full of rain
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| The wise dog wanders through the coming grain
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| Now does a true heart change or does it stay the same
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| Think I’ll go on back to from where I came
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| Yeah
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| The song of the sun and the winds that blow
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| They hold no candle to the things i know
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| Oh I’m goin back down to my home town
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| Gonna break some ground
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| Take a look around |