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Lookin' out of my window pane tears mingling with the rain
I'm so lonesome I could cry just like old Hank
Staring down on the city street feeling empty and incomplete
There's a place I need to be to fill my tank
A place I can go where I can be free where I can be happy and just --- be me
Home where the warm winds blowing and the rivers flowing a- long
Like a lazy bum in the mid-day sun
And I've gone fishin' with my pole at the fishin' hole
Where I can lay down my heavy load and know that I am always --- welcome
I left home I was 17 I had a lot of am- bitious dreams
See a lot of those dreams come true I've had good luck
I'm not complaining that's for sure I got a lot to be thankful for
One of those things is the magic door that opens up
Back to the time when I was a kid to the sound of the crickets and the Carry Dees
It's called home on the front porch swinging and fern pots hanging
Home with the church bells ringing and voices singing
Old songs that's in my mind like a stitch in time
Where the tea is sweet and the love's complete for me I wanna go
I often think about where I have been
Where I am going and lots a- bout when I think about
Home where the soul find comfort and the heart find pleasure
Home where the depths of love is hard to measure
It's home I hear you callin' I hear you callin'
I'll never be lost as long as I know there's a place like that where I can go
Where I can restore my weary soul on the mountain slopes of the south "Blue Smoke"
Of home home sweet home           
Home back to the hills of the Whip-poor-wills
Home with the fire flies blinking and the night stars twinklin'
Home honeysuckle vine and musky fine wine at
Home where the ginseng grows in the shady groves of
Home with family and friends and joy that never end
Home there's no place like it no place like it home -----

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