| Welcome home
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| Where the faucets drip at night
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| Welcome home
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| Where the screen door don’t hang right
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| Welcome home
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| The only place you’ll ever fight
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| Because you love
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| Over and over again
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| Chicken on the grill; |
| hole in the wall where I got ill
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| Comin home late smellin like a still;
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| Mom waited up to get in my grill
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| I swear my dad caught me becomin a man
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| Came with the bail money; |
| did the best he can
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| A cross on the wall; |
| a bible on the table
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| Under a full moon, drinkin the black label
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| Standin on a screened-in porch that lean
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| Chiefin the good leaf; |
| feelin the breeze
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| Momma said everyday hit your knees
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| And give thanks that you’re alive
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| Oh, take it to the house
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| take it to the house; |
| take it to the
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| take it to the
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| take it to the house
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| Welcome home
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| Where the faucets drip at night
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| Welcome home
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| Where the screen door don’t hang right
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| Welcome home
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| The only place you’ll ever fight
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| Because you love
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| Over and over again
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| Think about the years
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| Troubles of the world don’t matter here
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| Talk about chevrolets over a beer
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| Don’t gotta worry about what I hear
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| Because ya know its all said in love
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| Sometimes pushin comes to shove
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| And we forgive, but we don’t forget
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| And its okay to be full of it
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| Cuz we all know who we messin with
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| Car in the yard over run by weeds
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| I remember when I used to climb that tree
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| When I was young and dumb
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| Oh
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| Oh, take it to the house
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| Take it to the house; |
| take it to the
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| Take it to the; |
| take it to the house
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| Welcome home
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| Where the faucets drip at night
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| Welcome home
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| Where the screen door don’t hang right
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| Welcome home
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| The only place you’ll ever fight
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| Because you love
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| Over and over again
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| What a beautiful day
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| Lookin back and thinkin bout the people that I’m missin
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| You can hear 'em in the breeze and the trees if ya listen
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| Some are in the ground and some are in prison
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| Now I remember momma hangin clothes on the line
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| Way back before I opened my mind
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| And got hip to the guilt, hard times, and fear
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| And I’m just damn glad to be here
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| Welcome home
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| Where the faucets drip at night
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| Welcome home
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| Where the screen door don’t hang right
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| Welcome home
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| The only place you’ll ever fight
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| Because you love
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| Over and over again |