| Many times I’ve been out on the cold lonely road
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| My heart full of sorrow and pain
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| And I sing an old familiar song of the place that I belong
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| When my mind starts to think of home again
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| So many miles and so many roads
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| And people who don’t even know my name
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| So many times I’ve looked to western skies
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| Nowhere I go is quite the same
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| As that sweet home waiting for me
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| At the end of the day
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| Now my feet grow tired and the wind, it grows wild
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| And the road never seems to end
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| And my mind, it races on from the sunrise (she is gone)
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| Thoughts of old start to fill my head
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| And it’s too much confusion, too many lies
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| Too many times my heart has been broken right in two
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| I’ve shed too many tears thinkin' about those times
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| Cried too many rivers over you
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| Well, the lights up ahead they mean that I am near
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| I can smell the wood smoke in the air
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| And when I go back out again (and I long to return to)
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| My old home, I know she’ll be there |