Lyrics:
I am a pilgrim and a stranger
Traveling through this wearisome land
I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord
And it's not, not made by
Sittin' by the open fire place in my favorite dungarees
Played a few balls of a melody and it sounded sweet to me
I thought I get up and take
my home in San Antone
I'm traveled o'er the country on my merry way
Been in crowds and felt I was alone
When I feel like braggin' I just up
so much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me
rail and a short cross tie
I'm on my way back home
Little girl, little girl, what have I done
That makes you treat me so
You caused me to weep, you
roll it
I put my hand there, hold it
I'ma be right by ya
I'ma be right by ya
I'ma be right by ya
I'ma be right by ya
Lighters up, lighters up
who is always on the roam,
Wherever I lay my hat that's my home
I'm telling you that's my home
You had romance, did you break it by chance
Over me?
If
you got it)
You got a medal for us
Leavin' metaphors metaphysically in a state of euphoria
Look both ways before you cross my mind
We should never
Down in the depths of my fiery home
The summons bell will chime
Tempting you and all the earth
To join our sinful kind
There is a job to be
a garden
A kiss by a lazy lagoon
Catching a breath of moonlight
Humming our favorite tune
This is a lovely way to spend an evening
I want to save all my
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry
I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die
bad
And the only way to get there fast
I'm going home in my mind
Cruising by them Carolina pines
Taking it slow, doing 35 down Timber drive
I can
by your name
I am a little beggarman and beggin´ I have been
In Dr. Johnson´s motorcar I´ll take you home Kathleen
I´ve been a wild rover
a smile to your face and a tear to your eye
Sing a song about the Heartland
The only place I feel at home
Sing about the way a good man
Works until
much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me (land
From here to Timbuktu
Boy, after a long day
You know there ain't no wrong way
To drive my crazy crazy
In a 4x4 by you
Parked out in the driveway
with a nightlight
Uh, my mind move like a Tron bike
Uh, pop a wheelie on the Zeitgeist
Uh, I'm finna start a new movement
Uh, being led by the drums
I'm on my way nigga
Fuck the otha side
That side ain't shit
Niggas can't fuck with me
Now it's a special way I fold my flag
And I'll bust ya
won't need it tonight, enjoy your flight)
J-E-T (J-E-T)
You are so good for me (You are so good for me)
You are my jetstream lover
You're how I want
This Is My Home
Words and Music by Fred Rogers
This is my home, my friends are here
I love the way I feel when I'm here
It's my home
This is my home
saying's for greed
Then I ain't even what they're trying to feed
My appetite for destruction
You guys know who I'm talkin' to
The appetite is
Down in the depths of my fiery home
The summons bell will chime
Tempting you and all the earth
To join our sinful kind
There is a job to be
rarely bring 'em out
He never did it like this, I took a different route
I paint a picture like Martin Johnson (Martin Johnson)
Towels by my sink
Well, if you've seen my milk cow
Please ride her on home
I ain't had no milk or butter
Since that cow's been gone
Well, I tried to treat you right
Day by
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