| Leaving the ground tonight, trading these Chicago lights for fireflies.
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| A couple fives in my pocket. |
| A couple whiskeys just might stop these wheels of
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| mine from spinning all the time.
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| I’ve been running so fast, now I’m running out of gas. |
| I’ve got nothing left.
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| Yeah, I’m going home. |
| Yeah, I’m going home to my Montgomery.
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| Somewhere between Birmingham and Mobile, Alabama she waits for me.
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| She knows that a star-filled summer night and one look from those wild eyes is
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| gonna set me free.
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| I can’t wait to touch down cause I need her touch now. |
| She’s where I belong.
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| Yeah, I’m going home. |
| Yeah, I’m going home to my Montgomery.
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| Wait for me, wait for me. |
| Aw wait for me, wait for me. |
| Aw wait for me,
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| wait for me. |
| Oh wait for me, wait for me. |
| Wait for me, wait for me.
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| Yeah, I’m going home. |
| Yeah, I’m going home to my Montgomery.
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| (That's where I’m going, that’s where I’m going, that’s where I’m going) to my
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| Montgomery.
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| Leaving the ground tonight, trading these Chicago lights for fireflies. |