| And by the time that she gets home
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| She’ll realise that I am gone
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| I’ll be sitting in a back bar drinkin'
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| Drinking to my friends
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| And drinking to my foes
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| For both keep a young heart moving.
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| It’s good to be on the trail
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| From where my heart set sail
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| Puttin anchor down
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| For friends and good beer
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| So I’ll have another one
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| Then I ll be moving on.
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| It’s good to be on the road back home again. |
| Again
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| And by the time that he arrives
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| He will read, I have lied
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| He’ll go drinking to his friends and to his foes.
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| But drinking in the devil
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| That tears one apart, leaving
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| Memories of what should have been and wasn’t.
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| Son petit business
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| In Tokiyo town
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| Italy for the apples
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| To where mar heart is now.
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| Now it s giddy up or whoa
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| and I’m afraid it’s good to be back on the road home."
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| It’s good to be on the road back home again. |
| Again.
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| I swear I meant to leave Chattanoogah, but"
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| But I had another one.
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| And I realised whar I’d gone
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| And I realised what I’d done
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| I need to be on the first bus back
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| Into her arms
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| It’s good to be on rht road back home
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| Too many nights
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| In dirty London town
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| Italy for the apples
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| To where my heart is now.
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| For I’ve lost marself, searchin'
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| For what I ain’t
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| It’s good to be on the road back home again.
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| Leave Chattanooga
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| Walk in to New York City
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| Aeroplane down to Nippon ground
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| Meets some friends in Tokio-town
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| Across to West Maluva
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| Showboat to West Malay
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| Leave my foes to their woes
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| Sometimes «that's how it goes»
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| It’s good to be on the road back home again |