| Oh yellow moon you make me think of home
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| Down in Arkansas where I was raised and born
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| Oh muddy street where I used to play
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| I think of leaving here and coming home one day
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| Somebody knows, somebody cares
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| This dream of mine my baby shares
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| Deep in her heart though she won’t tell me so
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| There’s something troublin' her
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| And I know I know
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| She dreams of rocky hills
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| Pretty little corn fields
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| And sitting 'round that mighty oak
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| Talking to those friendly folks
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| Somebody knows, somebody cares
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| This dream of hers, oh yeah
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| My little heart shares
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| One of these days
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| I’m gonna take my own two hands
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| Build us a cottage
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| On that old southern land
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| Somebody knows, somebody cares
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| This dream of mine my baby shares
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| I’m coming back, oh yeah
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| Back to old Little Rock, hey
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| I’m coming home yeah yeah
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| Back to that old Little Rock, ha
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| Gonna stay there, yeah
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| Ain’t going nowhere
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| Somebody knows, somebody cares
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| This dream of mine my baby shares |