| Little church on Williams Street
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| They had to tear it down
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| My brother calls once in a while
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| But he don’t come around
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| I hear they changed my high school’s name
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| Can’t remember what it’s called
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| I guess I’m a stranger in this place
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| It’s not my hometown anymore
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| So I drink my whiskey straight
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| And I take my coffee black
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| When I ran away from home
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| I never thought I’d make it back
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| And my mother prayed for me
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| Each night before she went to sleep
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| I wish that she was here
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| So she could comfort me
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| Things you wish would stay the same
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| It seems like they’re the first to change
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| Fields we used to run and laugh in
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| Now they’re someone’s real estate
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| And everyone I used to know
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| Is like a ghost to me these days
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| And I don’t think I have much else
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| That they could take away
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| So I drink my whiskey straight
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| And I take my coffee black
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| When I ran away from home
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| I never thought I’d make it back
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| And my mother prayed for me
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| Each night before she went to sleep
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| I wish that she was here
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| So she could comfort me
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| I drink my whiskey straight
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| And I take my coffee black
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| When I ran away from home
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| I never thought I’d make it back
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| And my mother prayed for me
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| Each night before she went to sleep
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| I wish that she was here
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| So she could comfort me |