| First I planned to stay but I can’t live this way
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| I’m going back home where I was born
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| Try to understand I think this city’s grand
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| But with all its charms give me a little country farm
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| I’m going back home where I was born
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| Oh yeah now, oh yeah, oh yeah now, oh yeah
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| I tell you all about it, I think you ought to know
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| Tell you all about it why I wanna go
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| I miss the country preacher and the house of prayer
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| I miss the bootlegger smelling in the air
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| Miss friendly faces and the country smiles
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| The crickets singing, you can hear it for miles
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| I miss the rooster crowing at the break of dawn
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| Yes it all happens where I was born
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| Miss the fried chicken, collard greens
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| Miss the hot biscuits and the Lima beans
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| Miss the prayer meetings where people pray
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| With the drum beating till the break of day
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| You can have it, you can have it
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| You can have it, you can have it
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| You can have the town, I won’t be around
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| This here life’s too fast but 'll never, never last
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| I’m going back home where I was born
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| I got to go home, got to go home
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| Where the people are real, where people can feel
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| Got to go down, got to go down
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| Leave here today on my way so long, so long
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| Going back home, going back home
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| Got to go home, got to go home
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| Got to go home, got to go home
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| Where I, where I was born
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| First I planned to stay but I can’t live this way
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| I’m going back home where I was born |