| She started out a rodeo queen,
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| Future looked just fine
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| Fell in love with a boy in school,
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| Married an assembly line
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| They were huntin' down the American dream
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| Wonderin' where it’d gone
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| When they found themselves
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| To be fair game lost their home
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| He was laid off on a Friday night went out
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| Drinkin' with his friends
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| She stayed in the car with the kids all night,
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| He never came back again
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| Oh what was she to do,
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| Where was she to go Is home really were the heart is When the heart can’t feel at home
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| Homeless, her and her family
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| Homeless, is this the way of livin' free
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| And her house is an abandoned car
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| At the side of the road
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| Homeless, will she find where that road goes
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| Her time is now so precious,
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| She hunts for work and food
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| Their clothes are torn and tattered,
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| So her kids stay out of school
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| She looks for hope under every can
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| «At the sound of the tone
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| Just leave a message. |
| We’ll call you back»
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| But they know she’s not at home
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| Homeless, her and her family
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| Homeless, is this the way of livin' free
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| And her house is an abandoned car
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| At the side of the road
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| Homeless, will she find where that road goes
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| In this land of milk and honey
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| We share with all who need
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| Except the ones outside our door,
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| The ones we cannot see
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| It’s the proud, the true,
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| The faithful left out in the cold
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| It’s people just like you and me At the end of the road
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| Homeless, her and her family
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| Homeless, is this the way of livin' free
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| And her house is an abandoned car
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| At the side of the road
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| Homeless, will she find where that road goes
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| Homeless, will she find where that road goes |