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The funniest girl I ever knew
Had hair as orange as Halloween
The bluest eyes that saw right through
All the b.s.
in everything
She was an artist from the start
And she always sang from the bottom of her heart
And through her road was so long
She finally made her way back home
Yeah she finally made her way back home
The loneliest kid I ever saw
Owned and old man’s callused hands
Sitting barefoot in front of an dime store
In a place some called the promised land
He had hollow sunken eyes
But he was smiling big like he’d won some kinda prize
He was ragged, he was rolling like a stone
In the dirty city streets that he called home
Yeah the dirty city streets that he called home
Hobos, tramps and troubadours
Don’t ride in boxcars like they did before
Seems like most of heroes just ain’t around no more
I know I’m lucky to sing my songs
And if you want to you can sing along
We’ve been on this road so long
Won’t you help me find my way back home?
Help me find my way back home