Well, it's not hard to see
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Anyone who looks at me
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Knows I am just a rolling stone
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Never landing anyplace to call my own
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To call my own
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Well, it seems like so long ago
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But it really ain't you know
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I started out a crazy kid
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Miracle I made it through the things I did
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The things I did
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Someday I'll go where there ain't no rain or snow
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¡®Til then, I travel alone
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And I make my bed with the stars above my head
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And dream of a place called home
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I had a chance to settle down
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Get a job and live in town
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Work in some old factory
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I never liked the foreman standing over me
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Over me
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Oh I¡¯d rather walk a winding road
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Rather know the things I know
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See the world with my own eyes
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No regrets, no looking back, no goodbyes
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No goodbyes
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Someday I'll go where there ain't no rain or snow
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¡®Til then, I travel alone
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And I make my bed with the stars above my head
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And I dream of a place called home
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A Place Called Home
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| Kim Richey |
