| Oh, the whippoorwill roosts on the telephone pole
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| And the Georgia sun goes down
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| Well, it’s been a long time but I’m glad that I’m
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| Goin' back to my home town
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| Goin' down to the Greyhound station
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| Gonna buy me a one-way fare
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| And if the good Lord’s willin' and the creeks don’t rise
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| By tomorrow, ah, I’m gonna be there
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| Don’t it make you want to go home?
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| Don’t it make you want to go home?
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| All God’s children get weary when they roam
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| Don’t it make you want to go home?
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| There’s a six-lane highway down by the creek
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| Where I went skinny-dippin' as a child
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| And a drive-in show where the meadows used to grow
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| And the strawberries used to grow wild
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| There’s a drag strip down by the riverside
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| Where my grandma’s cow used to graze
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| Now the grass don’t grow and the river don’t flow
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| Like it did in my childhood days
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| (Don't it make you wanna go home?)
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| (Don't it make you wanna go home?)
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| All God’s children get weary when they roam
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| (Don't it make you) wanna, wanna go home?
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| (It's different, it’s different, it’s different, so different now)
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| Don’t it make you wanna go home…
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| But all God’s children get weary when they roam
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| And don’t it make you wanna go home… |