| One in a million in a lonely town,
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| Two hundred people trying to keep me down,
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| I’ve taken all I can, I ain’t lookin' back.
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| Small town boy in a back yard lot,
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| Can’t make a living with the luck I’ve got
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| I’m gonna leave it all, I ain’t looking back.
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| That’s the way I remember, it seemed to me when I was young.
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| But I can still see the leaves slowly fall to the ground,
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| And the snow on the trees as the winter comes down.
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| Still I go home again in my heart.
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| My father worked hard on the railroad track;
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| 37 years cut across his back,
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| He gave it all he had for what he believed.
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| Like every other kid that came before,
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| I grew up believing there was something more
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| And I still believe, I still believe.
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| That’s the way I remember, it seemed to me when I was young.
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| But I can still see the leaves slowly fall to the ground,
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| And the snow on the trees as the winter comes down.
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| Still I go home again in my heart.
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| But I can still see the lightning on a warm summer night
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| And the rain on the roof when I close my eyes;
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| I can still hear us laughing on the front porch in the dark.
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| There are days when I know that I’ve traveled so far
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| That I’ll never find the road leading back to the start,
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| Still I go home again in my heart
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| Still I go home again in my heart
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| In my heart, in my heart |