Coming Back Home

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Proporcionado por Balfo

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© Balfo
Coming Back Home

In a world where people hate to stay,
The king of Gypsies had his day,
To wander was a grand idea,
\'Cause home was nowhere near.

You can\'t blame a man for wantin\' to fly,
Or fall into a pair of baby blue eyes,
And sometimes he may lose his way,
It\'s just another sunny day.

You\'re not lost if you come home,
You\'re not lost, if you come home.

A thousand signs that point me back,
I close my eyes and see the path,
Somewhere familiar that I\'ve known,
Back to the place that I call home.

You can take a couple of weeks in the country,
You can do it in the road,
Ain\'t nothin\' like an upstate lake, when you don\'t got a home,

You\'re not lost if you come home,
You\'re not lost, if you come home.

You\'re not lost if you come home,
You\'re not lost, if you come home,
You\'re not lost, if you come home.

I\'m sick of these dirt roads, and these dead-end streets,
Of the same damn boys, runnin\' after me,
And the same old gossip, the same old things,
The same ole,
But I think I\'m headin\' back home, back home.

After three years, I finally come home,
And that welcome sign is brighter than it\'s ever shone,
I forgot how beautiful those Carolina trees,
They\'re lining both sides of the road and they wavin\' to me.