| Well you know I really love you
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| But this wild road has got a hold of me
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| I gotta go but you’re always with me
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| I feel you close when I close my eyes
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| I hear your voice it’s like you’re by my side
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| Wish you were here but I know you can’t be
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| So here’s what I’m gonna do
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| I’m gonna bring it back home to you
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| More than a postcard
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| Better than a photograph
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| You’re gonna see what I mean when get I make it back
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| I’ll pick a different colored flower every field that I pass
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| And bring ‘em back home to you
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| I breathe it in
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| Soak it up
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| Write it down for ya
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| I’ll even catch some mountain air in a jar for ya
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| I’ll pick a different colored flower every field that I pass
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| And bring ‘em back home to you
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| Well you should see the color that the sky gets
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| Right before it fades into a sunset
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| That endless sky shines on forever
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| Over the fields and through the mountains
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| I’m looking for it and I’ve found it
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| Such a sight another perfect moment
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| More than a postcard
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| Better than a photograph
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| You’re gonna see what I mean when I make it back
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| I’ll pick a different colored flower every field that I pass
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| And bring ‘em back home to you
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| I breathe it in
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| Soak it up
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| Write it down for ya
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| I’ll even catch some mountain air in a jar for ya
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| I’ll pick a different colored flower every field that I pass
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| And bring ‘em back home to you
|
| More than a postcard
|
| Better than a photograph
|
| You’re gonna see what I mean when I make it back
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| I’ll pick a different colored flower every field that I pass
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| And bring ‘em back home to you
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| I breathe it in
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| Soak it up
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| Write it down for ya
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| I’ll even catch some mountain air in a jar for ya
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| I’ll pick a different colored flower every field that I pass
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| And bring ‘em back home to you |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Back Home To You , by - Eric Paslay. Song from the album The Work Tapes, in the genre Кантри