| I’m just a long, long way from home
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| I’m just a long, long way from home
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| Lord knows I ain’t a saint
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| My folks ain’t the ones to blame
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| I ain’t chose the path I roam
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| And it’s a long way home
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| I’m tired of the chains
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| That keep holding me down
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| And I’m stuck in the fog
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| That I just can’t see around
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| My feet grow weary
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| From these miles on the road
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| But I got my brother to help me carry the load
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| Well I been feelin' all alone
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| In this world I bought
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| And I been wrapped in imitations
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| For the love I sought
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| Through the risings of the water
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| And the nights of endless black
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| I know my sisters always got my back
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| I’m just a long, long way from home
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| I’m just a long, long way from home
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| Lord knows I ain’t a saint
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| My folks ain’t the ones to blame
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| I ain’t chose the path I roam
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| And it’s a long way home
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| So we walk along the road
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| That we did not plan
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| We boarded on the ships
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| To a promised land
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| From time we have together
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| To the lonesome catacomb
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| We don’t walk it on our own
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| And it’s a long way home
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| Well it’s a long, long way from home
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| I’m just a long way from home
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| Lord knows I ain’t a saint
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| My folks ain’t the ones to blame
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| I ain’t chose the path I roam
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| And it’s a long way home
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| We don’t walk it on our own
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| And it’s a long way home |