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Oh I knew it all along, I'd have to come back home

Because this living on the road only makes me tired and so

Like a bird without a nest, like and stranger in the night

My soul cries out for rest and the end is not in sight

Break

Tastes like sweet magnolia wine, honey dripping from her mouth

Oh that sweet little gal of mine, she's the finest in the south

Now the days are getting longer, nights are getting colder

I just want to go back home and lay my head upon her shoulder

Break

Oh I knew it all along, I'd have to come back home

Because this living on the road only makes me tired and so

Like a bird without a nest, like and stranger in the night

My soul cries out for rest and the end is not in sight

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