| I’ve been travelin' far and wide
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| Searchin' for a comfort I could only find
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| In a kindred town filled with good company
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| Custom-built like a picket fence
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| Where the first one you meet is a trusted friend
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| And loves the alma mater
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| The glass is never half-empty
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| Lookin' for a time-honored tradition
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| Where the memories are made
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| And the stories don’t change
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| A time-honored tradition
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| So pull up a chair and listen
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| To the legendary day
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| Well there are those who never wish
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| To be held accountable for a love like this
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| They just roll their eyes in pity
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| ‘Cause they don’t get the family line
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| And I’ve been longing to see a place
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| Where the roots of my inheritance can be traced
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| And I walk with all the others
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| Rally, I will claim them mine
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| Lookin' for a time-honored tradition
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| Where the memories are made
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| And the stories don’t change
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| A time-honored tradition
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| So pull up a chair and listen
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| To the legendary day
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| Lookin' for a time-honored tradition
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| Where the memories are made
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| And the stories don’t change
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| A time-honored tradition |
| So pull up a chair and listen
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| I’m lookin' for a time-honored tradition
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| Where the memories are made
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| And the stories don’t change
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| A time-honored tradition
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| So pull up a chair and listen
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| To the legendary day |