| Full moon risin’over Atlanta
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| And I’m fourteen stories high
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| Lookin’down on a street full of people
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| Just like bees in a hive
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| Lord sometimes I feel like a number
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| Like somebody lost my name
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| I just couldn’t wait to get here to the city
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| Now I can’t remember why I came
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| And the road home keeps on gettin’longer
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| Old friends and yesterdays are further away
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| And that old home grown feelin’s gettin’stronger
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| Sayin’I’m gonna be a goner if I don’t go back someday.
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| Cattails growin’down by the river
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| So crystal clear in my mind
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| And there’s a song that I still remember
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| Sung by the wind in the pines
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| Lord the people ain’t never in a hurry
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| Ain’t never bothered by time
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| They just take their troubles and all of their worries
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| And hang 'em on the end of a fishin’line
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| And the road home keeps on gettin’longer
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| Old friends and yesterdays are further away
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| And that old home grown feelin’s gettin’stronger
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| Sayin’I’m gonna be a goner if I don’t go back someday.
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| And the road home keeps on gettin’longer
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| Old friends and yesterdays are further away
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| And that old home grown feelin’s gettin’stronger
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| Sayin’I’m gonna be a goner if I don’t go back someday.
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| And the road home keeps on gettin’longer
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| Old friends and yesterdays are further away
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| And that old home grown feelin’s gettin’stronger
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| Sayin’I’m gonna be a goner if I don’t go back someday.
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| Sayin’I’m gonna be a goner if I don’t go back someday |