L ookin' out of my w indow pane t ears mingling w ith the rain
I 'm so lonesome I could cry just l ike old H ank
S taring down on the c ity street f eeling empty and i ncomplete
T here's a place I n eed to be to f ill my t ank
A place
I can
go where
I can
be free
where
I can
be happy
and
just
--- be
me
Home
Like
And
Where
where the warm winds blowing and
a lazy bum in the mid-day sun
I've gone fishin' with my pole at
I can lay down my heavy load and
the rivers
the fishin'
know that I
flowing a-
hole
am always
long
--- welcome
I left home I was 1 7 I had a lot of am- bi tious dreams
S ee a lot of those d reams come true I've h ad good l uck
I 'm not complaining t hat's for sure I got a lot to be t hankful for
O ne of those things is the m agic door that o pens u p
B ack to the time when I was a kid to the sound of the crickets and the Carry Dees
It's called h ome o n the f ront porch swinging and f ern pots hanging
H ome w ith the c hurch bells ringing and v oices singing
O ld s ongs that's i n my mind like a s titch in time
Where the t ea is sweet and the love's complete f or me I wanna go
I often think about w here I h ave been
W here I am going and l ots a- b out when I think about
H ome w here the s oul find comfort and the h eart find pleasure
H ome w here the d epths of love i s hard to measure
It's h ome I hea r you callin' I he ar you callin'
I'll n ever be lost as long as I know there's a p lace like that where I can go
Where I can restore my weary soul on the m ountain slopes of the south "Blue Smoke"
Of h ome h ome sweet home
H ome b ack to the hills of the Whip -poor-wills
H ome w ith the f ire flies blinking and the n ight stars twinklin'
H ome h oneysuckle vine and m usky fine w ine at
H ome w here the g inseng grows in the s hady groves of
H ome w ith f amily and friends and j oy that never end
Home
there's
no place
like
it no
place
like
it home
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