| Dark highways and the country roads
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| Don’t scare you like they did
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| The woods and winds now welcome you
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| To the places you once hid
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| You grew up and you moved away
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| Across a foreign sea
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| And what was left was what was kept
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| Was what you gave to me
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| You thought you’d left it all behind
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| You thought you’d up and gone
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| But all you did was figure out
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| How to take the long way home
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| The Southern rain was heavy
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| Almost heavy as your heart
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| A cavalcade of strangers came
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| To tear your world apart
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| The bells of old St. Mary’s
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| Are now the clang of Charcoal Hill
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| And you took the old religion from
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| The woman on the hill
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| You thought you’d left it all behind
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| You thought you’d up and gone
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| But all you did was figure out
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| How to take the long way home
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| You thought you’d left it all behind
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| You thought you’d up and gone
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| But all you did was figure out
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| How to take the long way home
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| The long way home |