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Lookin' outta my windowpane
Tears minglin' with the rain
I'm so lonesome I could cry, just like old Hank

Starin' down on the city street
Feelin' 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

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Home
Where the warm wind's blowin'
And the river's flowin' along
Like a lazy bum in the midday 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 home

I left home I was seventeen
I had a lot of ambitious dreams
Seen a lot of those dreams come true
I've had good luck

I ain't complain' that's for sure
I got a lot to be thankful for
One of those things is a magic door that opens up
Back to the time when I was a kid
To the sounds of the crickets and the katydids
It's called

Home
On the front porch swingin'
And the fern pots hangin'
Home
With the church bells ringin'
And voices singin' those
Old songs that mend my mind like a stitch in time
Where the tea is sweet and the love complete
Oh me, I wanna go home

I often think about where I have been
Where I am goin' and that's about when I think about

Home
Where the soul finds comfort and the heart finds 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 place like that where I can go
Where I can restore my weary soul
On the mountain slopes and the soft blue smoke
Of home
Home sweet home

Home
Back to the hills with the whippoorwills of
Home
With the fireflies blinkin' and the night stars winkin'
Home
Honeysuckle vine and Muscadine wine at
Home
Where the ginseng grows in the shady groves of
Home
With family and friends and joy that never ends
Home
There's no place like it, no place like it
Home

Writer(s): Michael Kent Wells

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