| Momma’s tears fell so easy
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| Daddy’s handshake was strong
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| Then I climbed aboard that Greyhound
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| Eighteen and glad to be gone
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| Took a rented room on Broadway
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| And as I unpacked everything I owned
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| I found a note my mama left me With a Bible and a bus ticket home
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| It said one will get you where you’re going
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| When you haven’t got a prayer
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| And one will bring you back, son
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| If your dreams ain’t waiting there
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| You’re out on your own now
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| We won’t be there to fall back on But you know we’re never farther than
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| A Bible and a bus ticket home
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| The years have come and gone and taken
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| The only things in life I ever counted on But I’m going back tomorrow
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| To lay flowers at their stone
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| I can almost hear my mama calling saying
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| Son come back where you belong
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| You’ve got all you need to get here
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| A Bible and a bus ticket home
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| It said one will get you,
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| Boy, you know we’re never farther than
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| A Bible and a bus ticket home |