| Mamas got her apron on Standing in the kitchen
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| Cooking up my favorite dish
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| Whatever she is fixing
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| Daddys in a picture in a frame
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| Thats always sitting by the phone
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| Daffodils are popping up Out behind the clothesline
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| Underneath that tree I planted
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| When I was just a boy of nine
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| Man I never can believe
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| Just how much its grown when I go Home
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| Back home
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| To the gentle place that held be close
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| As I became a man
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| And the streets are all familiar
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| And an old friend shakes my hand
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| And I feel fine
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| So fine
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| Yeah, knowing that this road Im wandering on From time to time
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| It always leads me home
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| Brother, hell be waiting with the
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| Latest from the grapevine, saying
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| Man you wont believe them stories
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| About those crazy friends of mine
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| And all them little scandals
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| That a small town cant seem to leave alone
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| Later on well sit around
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| Bellies tight from supper
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| Telling all them stories
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| That we just cant get enough of And somewhere in an honest laugh
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| Itll finally hit me that im Home
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| Back home
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| Where the memories all have gathered up And slowly turned to gold
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| And I carry them along with me wherever I may go And I feel fine
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| So fine
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| In knowing that this road Im wandering on From time to time
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| It always leads me home
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| Back home
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| Well I go and put some flowers down at daddys stone
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| And I see that empty space beside him
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| It always makes me glad that I came
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| Home
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| Back home
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| Where the Bible is the bible
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| And the angels get their wings
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| And the circle is unbroken
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| When I hear them church bells ring
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| And I feel fine
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| You know I feel so fine
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| Yeah, knowing that this road Im wandering on From time to time unwinds
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| Cross the rivers, through the pines
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| It always leads me home
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| Back home
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| Yeah Im going back home
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| Back home |