| Oh, black beauty, take me home
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| And all these crooked roads I’ve learnt to know
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| My body is broken and bruised
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| I’ve been away too long, my boys, they are confused
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| Though my memory will fade,
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| I’m so glad you let me play
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| I can’t do this on my own
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| Wooooah, ooooooh, oooh
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| Well I’ve got this music in my veins
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| But that don’t seem to matter much these days
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| Yeah, so many people seem so fake
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| And the reason why they play it ain’t the same
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| 'Cause they don’t write their songs,
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| Just hit the tracks and play along
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| While Johnny Cash rolls over in his grave
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| Wooooah, ooooooh, oooh
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| My home has got my heart
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| Wooooah, ooooooh, oooh
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| My home has got my heart
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| Wooooah, ooooooh, oooh
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| My home has got my heart
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| Wooooah, ooooooh, oooh
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| My home has got my heart
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| And I’ve learned from all my fears
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| I’ve been gone for all these years
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| Oh and when I say goodbye will I be holding back my tears
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| A million different faces that I will not forget
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| Of all the things you’ve taught me how to live without regret
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| All you people that I love I never would have known
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| Without a guitar and a microphone |