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Oh I knew it all along, I'd have to come back home
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Because this living on the road only makes me tired and so
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Like a bird without a nest, like and stranger in the night
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My soul cries out for rest and the end is not in sight

Break

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Tastes like sweet magnolia wine, honey dripping from her mouth
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Oh that sweet little gal of mine, she's the finest in the south
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Now the days are getting longer, nights are getting colder
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I just want to go back home and lay my head upon her shoulder

Break

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Oh I knew it all along, I'd have to come back home
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Because this living on the road only makes me tired and so
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Like a bird without a nest, like and stranger in the night
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My soul cries out for rest and the end is not in sight