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Sittin' on a train bridge |
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Waitin' on sundown |
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River winds |
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Settin' low on that old town |
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And nothin' else to do but think |
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And toss a stone and watch it sink |
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Oh I hope heaven's a lot like my hometown |
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Walkin' down the old track |
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Balancin' on the rail |
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A Sunday breeze |
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Carryin' church bells |
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Sun like a kaleidoscope |
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Through the leaves of a scarlet oak |
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Lord I hope heaven's a lot like my hometown |
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Hallelujah |
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Let my spirit lift to the sky |
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And tell I'm home again |
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In the sweet by and by |
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By and by |
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Well I've heard the preacher talkin' bout streets of gold |
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But I'll be fine forever |
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Walkin' these dirt roads |
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The homeplace ain't much to see |
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But it's magic enough for me |
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Lord I hope heaven's a lot like my hometown |
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Hey Lord I hope heaven's a lot like my hometown |
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Yeah |
