| Pack my suitcase, pair of boots
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| Slip out the backdoor, nothing to lose
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| Full moon rising out on the road
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| Ain’t carrying nothing but this heavy load
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| Turning loose of the ties that bind
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| Feeling turmoil in my mind
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| But I can’t look back, these times are gone
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| I know, I can’t go back home
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| My granddaddy he mends his fence
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| He stands tall but he’s kind of bent
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| His hands are worn, but they are strong
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| Takes care of his place, he lives alone
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| I’m sure he wonders what’s happened to me
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| He’s keeping it real, I’m living a dream
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| He checks the cows, Lord, he’s up at dawn
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| But I know I can’t go back home
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| There was a storm the other night
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| Had to talk to God, try to set things right
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| Church door was locked, Lord, I stood in the rain
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| Waiting for an answer but it never came
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| I believe in living, give it all I got
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| I’m strong enough except when I’m not
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| Little piece of daylight, time to move on
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| It’s just a reminder, I can’t go back home
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| Just a reminder
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| I can’t go back home
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| Just a reminder
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| I can’t go back home
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| I can’t go back home
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| No going home
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| Can’t go back home |