| I know I really don’t belong here
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| Though I sometimes feel at home
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| Here that quiet music calling
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| And I can’t shake it off my mind
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| Never felt so alone
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| Even when I’m in a crowd
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| There’s many people all around me
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| But the feeling’s not here I’m trying to find
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| I think I’m going country bound
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| To the down home roots of the little back woods town
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| Where the people all say «hi»
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| And the stars fill the sky
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| I think I’m going country
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| I’m going country bound
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| Can’t say the city ever beat me
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| Can’t say I ever could have won
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| But before I let this life defeat me
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| To wild open spaces I will run
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| Some people say that I’m just dreaming
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| There’s no place like this around
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| But I know there is and that’s for certain
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| And the good Lord willing, I’ll get back somehow
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| I think I’m going country bound
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| To the down home roots of the little back woods town
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| Where the people all say «hi»
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| And the stars fill the sky
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| I think I’m going country
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| I’m going country bound |