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There's a little shack tucked back in the timber |
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It wasn't much back then but it was home |
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Sometimes it hurts me to remember |
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Just how long I've been gone |
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Oh how I miss the smell of mama's kitchen |
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And the way she used to sing those gospel songs |
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Right now I wish that me and dad were fishin' |
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So I could tell him, he was right, and I was wrong |
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Big city nights and lights surround me |
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Feels like a prison to my soul |
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I can hear a whippoorwill calling me home |
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Back where I belong |
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Now all the rockin' chairs are empty |
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I hate to think how tall the weeds have grown |
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I'd give back everything the good Lord gave me |
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If I could just go back to where I belong |
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Big city nights and lights surround me |
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Feels like a prison to my soul |
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I can hear a whippoorwill calling me home |
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Back where I belong |
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Back where I belong |
