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It's a lonesome road |
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And a hard way to live |
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But it's the only life that I know |
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I met some people, I traveled around |
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But home's always the best place to go |
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It's a lonesome feeling in my mind |
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A feeling that I can't leave behind |
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Carolina's where I'm at, and |
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I'll always hang my hat |
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Under those Blue Ridge Mountain skies |
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I got me a woman back home |
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She gave me a baby, too |
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And she stands by my loving side and |
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Does anything I ask her to |
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It's a lonesome feeling in my mind |
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A feeling I can't seem to leave behind |
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Carolina's where I'm at, and |
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I'll always hang my hat |
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Under those Blue Ridge Mountain skies |
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There's an old man, sittin' in a rockin' chair |
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He's got the best beagle dog in the county I've been told |
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But his shotgun done got too rusty |
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That 'ole beagle dog he done grown a little too old |
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As he stares up into heaven, I'm sure I know the reason why |
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He's thinking about that promised land in them Blue Ridge Mountain skies |
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It's a lonesome feeling in my mind |
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A feeling I can't seem to leave behind |
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Carolina's where I'm at, and |
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I'll always hang my hat |
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Under those Blue Ridge Mountain skies |
