| Well, the show’s all over, I’ll just pack my guitar
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| Well, what am I doing here, girl?
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| Get up, c’mon make for your car
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| Head on back to where the air is clear
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| There’s a young girl there who’s part of my life
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| She says I’m her only, I call her my wife
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| I’m so glad to be back home again
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| Well, let me sit down slowly, put my feet up somewhere
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| I let it all out of my head
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| Well a day-dreamin' guitar-pickin', nothin'-doin' pint of milk
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| Wakes up with the horrors of a hotel bed
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| But it’s alright, there’s a hand on my cheek
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| And it belongs to the girl that makes my will power weak
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| I’m so glad to be back home again
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| Oh, get on home
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| Well, there’s a young girl there who’s part of my life
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| She says I’m her only but I call her my wife
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| I’m so glad to be back home again, ooh, ooh
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| Get on home, yeah
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| I’m so glad to be back home again
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| (I don’t want your money but I just want your lovin')
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| Well, I’m so glad to be back home again
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| (I don’t want your money but I just want your lovin')
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| I’m so glad to be back home again
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| (I don’t want your money but I just want your lovin')
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| I’m so glad to be back home again
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| (I don’t want your money but I just want your lovin')
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| I’m so glad I’m back home again
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| (I don’t want your money but I just want your lovin') |