.Guess I knew it all along
I'd have to come back home
'Caude this living on the road
Only makes me tired and sore
Like a bird without a nest
Like a stranger in the night
And my soul cries out for rest
And the end is not in sight
Tastes like sweet magnolia wine
Hone.
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