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Well I've been from Boston to LA seen Boulder Dam and Frisco Bay |
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Into New York City and Washington |
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Seen Montreal and Saskatchewan and Rhode Island |
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And I've worked in three all night service stations and drove a truck |
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Take me home my heart is heavy and my feet are sore |
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Take me home I don't wanna roam no more |
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Well I slept all night in a water trough |
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Had the flu and the croup and the whoopin' cough |
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Had the mumps and the measles and the seven years itch |
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And I can't count the times that I've had a cold and sore throat |
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Not to mention all the times that I've cut my fingers on a sardine can |
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Take me home... |
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Well I can just see 'em all now just a gatherin' round |
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Mama's supper table when the sun goes down |
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And my good old pappy when the blessing is said |
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Fillin' up his plate with black eyed peas and side meat |
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And a great big hunk of my dear sweet mama's hot buttered cornbread |
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Take me home... |
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Take me home... |