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I'm five hundred miles away from home. |
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Teardrops fell on mama's note when I read the things she wrote |
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She said, "We miss you son, we love you come on home." |
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Well, I didn't have to pack, I had it all right on my back |
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Now I'm five hundred miles away from home. |
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Away from home, away from home |
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Cold and tired and all alone |
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Yes, I'm five hundred miles |
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Away from home. |
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I know this is the same road I took the day I left home |
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But it sure looks different now |
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Well, I guess I look different too cause time changes everything |
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I wonder what they'll say when they see their boy looking this way |
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Oh, I wonder what they'll say when I get home. |
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Can't remember when I ate it's just thumb and walk and wait |
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And I'm still five hundred miles away from home |
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If my luck had been just right I'd be with them all tonight |
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But I'm still five hundred miles away from home. |
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Away from home, away from home |
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Cold and tired and all alone |
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Yes, I'm five hundred miles |
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Away from home... |
