| I took the back roads through Fisherman’s Cove
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| Tracing my way home to Maine
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| There’s color on the trees
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| Boats out on the seas
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| Halleluia, some things never change.
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| There’s a schooner out in Yorktown
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| She’s white as a wedding gown
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| Breaking the crest of the waves
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| I saw my ghost in Portland
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| On the cobblestones a younger man
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| Trying his best to misbehave
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| Maine, Maine, look how the years have changed me
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| The road has rearranged me
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| Won’t you tell me who I am?
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| Maine, Maine, your rivers and back roads claim me
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| Ah, the ocean is calling — it names me
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| It’s the voice of an old friend
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| Welcome home to Maine
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| It’s a white-line road
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| Through Hickory Grove
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| A cider house with frost on the eaves
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| There’s a woman up in Camden
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| With a brass bed I could land in
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| Makes me wonder why I’d leave
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| Papa’s in his wool cap
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| Waiting on a cold snap
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| Fixing up a Sunday feast
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| The sheet’s are on the line
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| I’m taking back in time
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| To when time was something I didn’t need
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| Welcome home to Maine, Maine, Maine |