| It’s springtime but I haven’t seen the sun
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| To see the sun ain’t what I signed
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| You said I could get what I ain’t got
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| Back home, home where I’m bound
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| Back home, where I’m bound
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| I’m a welder in a foreign land
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| I’m working hard days and nights
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| My head is worn out from longing
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| Back home, home where I’m bound
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| Back home, where I’m bound
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| I’ve been here three years and a half now
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| I still don’t even own the clothes on my back
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| Well, I guess I could abide if it wasn’t for my family
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| Back home, home where I’m bound
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| Back home, where I’m bound
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| Where there’s music and crickets in my ears all night
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| She said she likes what she sees, though I’m quite ugly and not much of a dancer
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| Where the moon is like a big old lamp and the liquor comes from the woods
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| Home, home where I’m bound
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| Back home, where I’m bound
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| Back home, home where I’m bound
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| Back home, where I’m bound |