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Coming up close
Everything sounds like welcome home
Come home, and oh, by the way

Don't you know that I could make
A dream that's barely half-awake
Looking back
He sees it all
It was her first date the night he came to call

Her dad said son
Have her home on time
And promise me you'll never
you echos
Down the canyons
And then lie awake at night
Until they come back around
Please come to Denver
I just said no boy won't you come home
my back on Jack
He said he wasn't coming back
I turned my back on Jack
He said he wasn't coming back
Oh, Jack
You oughta come on back
Oh Jack
world.

Follow me!
I'll play the game you want me,
Until I find a way back home.

Follow me!
I give you strength inside you,
Courage to win your
world.

Follow me!
I'll play the game you want me,
Until I find a way back home.

Follow me!
I give you strength inside you,
Courage to win your
pulled up stakes
Back home here in the old home 'stead I've kept him by my side
And filled him with my Appalachian pride

We're praising God in everything
you come and cheer me
On my journey back home where I belong

Now how could he know
Just where he would go
And what did he see that made him run so free
we've got lines to run
We'll come back again but first there's work to be done"

He's got fishing lines strung across the Louisiana Rivers
Gotta catch
world.

Follow me!
I'll play the game you want me,
Until I find a way back home.

Follow me!
I give you strength inside you,
Courage to win your
the game you want me
Until I find a way back home"

"Follow me
I give you strength inside you
Courage to win your battles"

No, no, no, this can't go
we've got lines to run
We'll come back again but first there's work to be done"

He's got fishing lines strung across the Louisiana Rivers
Gotta catch
go again
Well, Papa said, "Son we've got lines to run
We'll come back again but first there's work to be done"

He's got fishing lines strung
your live without any sorrow
At home you've got your child and wife
But what will come tomorrow
Await the death by the blade
Run before it's too late
the lines to run
We'll come back tomorrow 'cause the work to be done

He's got fishin' lines strung across the Louisiana river
Gotta catch a big fish for
Yo I gotta be home by eight thirty or my moms'll kill me
She spasses out when I'm late, plus she says that I'm too young to date
So overprotective,

Fight

PFR

Them

PFR

1996

until
Love comes to carry us on
To kneel with the broken in spirit
And call upon the Son

So many holes here within
Torn apart and then blown by the wind
I come home late at night with my boots in my hands.
Stumble in the back door being quiet as I can.
And I know she's there in bed, cold and all
you come and cheer me
On my journey back home where I belong

Now how could he know
Just where he would go
And what did he see that made him run so free
And was wise to the boss' ways
He says, you want what's yours by right
You have to struggle with all your might
They'll rob you blind if you don't fight
as I was looking back 
I kissed my baby cryin' in the smoke along the track 

Goodbye so long until I come back home 
You'll be my dream 
Goodbye so
a home for my mama and my papa and me
The clock strikes three papa jumps to his feet
Already mama's cookin' papa somethin' to eat
At half past papa he's
Well we got to talkin' shop and I said
Now did you come by the name on your truck Giddyup go
Well he said I got it from my pop
Dad used to drive a truck
him, he just left without a scene,
That’s just a man he is.

And I understand why he set me free,
But I want him back home, so I’m begging You,
ill-used.

And you're almost back now,
You can see by the signs;
From the bank you tell the temperature
And then the time,
And the billboard reads some