| There’s a back road leadin' off the hard-top
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| Half-a-mile past the slingshot tree
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| Wanders round through a million mem’ries
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| It’s callin' me, callin' me
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| There’s a white house with fading shutters
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| The old front door that never needed a key
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| An' I hear my Momma in the hush of the evenin'
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| Callin' me, yeah, she’s callin' me
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| An' no matter where I’m goin'
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| It reminds me of where I’m from
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| Just as long as I can hear it
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| I know I’m not too far gone
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| There’s a first kiss under the willow
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| Love so honest, it was hard to believe
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| An' even when my heart is breakin'
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| It’s callin' me, callin' me
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| Yes, it’s callin' me
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| (Ooh, yeah, yeah.)
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| Callin' me, callin' me
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| An' no matter where I’m goin'
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| It reminds me of where I’m from
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| Just as long as I can hear it
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| I know I’m not too far gone
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| There’s a tiny country chapel
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| Filled with voices singin' harmony
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| An' when my soul is lost in the silence
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| Oh, it’s callin'; |
| yes, it’s callin' me
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| Yes it’s callin' me
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| (Callin' me.)
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| Callin'
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| Oh, it’s callin'
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| Yes, it’s callin' me… |