| When I was fifteen I dreamed of leaving my home
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| I had to see the world
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| And live like a rolling stone
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| I heard California was paved in gold
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| So I hopped on that train
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| It didn’t come easy
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| But I keep thinkin' bout
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| The green grass and missing my home
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| Take me back to my southern ways
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| Where I can be myself and live another day
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| Take me back to my southern ways
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| Where the tall pines blow and the
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| southern winds kiss my face
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| Oh southern grace
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| Me and my boys started a band
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| Practiced everyday out on the Hell House land
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| Played every honky tonk and this ol' bar
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| To sing about Sweet 'Bama
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| We were just simple men
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| The music is forever
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| and the songs will never ever end
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| Take me back to my southern ways
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| Where I can be myself and live another day
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| Take me back to my southern ways
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| Where the tall pines blow and the
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| southern winds kiss my face
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| Oh take me back!
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| I sit here thinkin' about those days
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| I wouldn’t change a thing about my life today
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| ain’t it funny how time sure flies
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| 'Cause all I ever wanted and all I ever needed WAS YOU
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| Take me back to my southern ways
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| Where I can be myself and live another day
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| Take me back to my southern ways
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| Where the tall pines blow and
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| the St. John’s flows, and
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| only God — he knows, and those southern winds kiss my face |