| There’s been a whole lot said about your city living
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| They told us that the streets were paved with gold
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| And some of us believed 'em, left our home and came looking
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| But that was just another story they told
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| I got to get back and see my people
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| Someday and someway
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| My old Uncle Henry don’t believe in them airplanes
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| Lord you know you sure been good to me
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| Gave me piggy back rides down them dusty highways
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| When I came just up to his knees
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| I got to get back and see my people
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| Someday and someway
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| I never thought I’d be lost and searching for a warm friendly smile
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| I never thought I’d be running through the city streets like a newborn child
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| No, no, no
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| I never thought I’d be lost and searching for a warm friendly smile
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| I never thought I’d be running through the city streets like a newborn child
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| But here I am
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| And I
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| I got me some people and I know that they love me
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| And I know just where to look this time
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| Collard greens and cornbread on my Sunday dinner
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| And don’t you know that makes me think it’s working out fine
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| When I get back to see my people
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| Someday and someway
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| Someday and someway
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| And someday, and someway |