Lyrics:
You and me, we're cut from the same cloth
It seems to some, we famously get along
But you and me are strangers to each other
'Cause you and me,
inspired by that feelin' that I provided (talk to 'em)
Book of Conway, I'm far from my final chapter (uh-huh)
Retired trapper, my idols wasn't no rappers
fields and home,
I dreamed about my mother, dear old papa, sister and brother,
And I dreamed about that girl, who's been waitin' for so long
I want
Ooh
Each day through my window I watch her as she passes by
I say to myself, "You're such a lucky guy"
To have a girl like her is truly a dream
was a big back yard
Where we tell a ghost story by a marshmallow fire
A vegetable garden and a garden gnome
But now all I really want is a home
All I
Driving home from the highland line
We done some gigs on the Clyde and the Tyne
They flew us in from a Hamburg strip
The taste of Dusseldorf still
a-humming
Till one day my brother
Failed to come home
The same as my father before him
Well, a long winter's wait
From the window I watched
My friends, they
the bushes I see snakes in the dark.
Some are friends of my brother's can't you hear them dogs bark
I come home to Maria at the end of that day in the shape
was gone
I saw hungry brothers waiting
With a radio on, radio on
I was walking far from home
Where the names are not burned along the wall
Saw a wet
by and by.
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When we see jesus coming in glory
When he comes down from his home in the sky
Then we shall meet him in that bright
today
From my boyfriend so far away
Please Mr. Postman look and see
If there's a letter a letter for me
I've been standin' here
Waitin' Mr. Postman
You're still beautiful to me, 'cause you're my mom
Though far be it from you to be calm
Our house was Vietnam, Desert Storm
And both of us put together
summer of my remembrance
Settles on my bones
Cracked and weary, I ask for direction home
Home, let the word spill from my mouth
Love, love is
(My man?)
(You know I'm your man)
(What?)
(Uh)
(Yeah)
(What, what?)
Yo, where the brother by my side at?
Yo, you really need to stop that
By a cafe here I hope to be workin' soon
Please come to Boston
She said "No. Would you come home to me?"
And she said, "Hey ramblin' boy now won't
the southwestern tracks
That dead ends in the two-bit bars
The promise was broken, I was far away from home
Sleeping in the back seat of a borrowed car
Across all the seas, it's fine by me
'cause I'll never be far from home
My heart takes a hit and then my heart hits back
And each day I find comfort in
comes creeping in and home seems oh so far
If only I could swing upon those twinkling dots above
I'd look down from the heavens upon the ones I love
heart
The only home it's ever known
You're a most unlikely angel
That saved me from myself
Heaven knows I need you, baby
Can't get high on nothing
the southwestern tracks
That dead ends in the two-bit bars
The promise was broken, I was far away from home
Sleeping in the back seat of a borrowed car
I wanna go home
Home folk think I'm big in Detroit city
From the letters that I write
They think I'm fine
But by day I make the cars
And by night I
brother, live in the sunshine,
We'll understand it all by and by.
When we see Jesus coming in glory,
When He comes from His home in the sky
then we'll
ain't come down from Rocky Top, reckon they never will
Corn won't grow at all on Rocky Top, dirt's too rocky by far
That's why all the folks on Rocky
Where them tourists roam
Some big financier
Travelin' far from home
Lost his fancy watch
And his wallet, too
And while
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