| I pack my soul in an ole suitcase
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| The day I left the farm
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| I’ll never forget my mama’s eyes
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| As she held me in her arms
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| Daddy stood there strong and silent
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| It’s always been his way
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| But his love sure came through loud and clear
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| As I heard my Daddy say
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| Son don’t forget to call home, call home
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| Just to let us know you’re safe and sound
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| When the cold wind starts blowing
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| If you need anything at all, just call home
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| You know, Heaven helps the young and foolish
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| Through the years they wonder
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| Heaven holds the ones you love
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| When the roll is called up yonder
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| The old farm’s standing empty now
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| But I’m filled with memories
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| And I know the circle is unbroken
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| When I fall down on my knees
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| And I call home, I call home
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| Just to let em' know I’m safe and sound
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| When the cold winds start blowing
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| If I need anything at all, I call home
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| When I want to rise above it all I call home
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| I call home |