Like the tree that grows so tall
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Leaves turn gold and then they fall
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They've gone down, now they've grown
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They're going home
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Mountain streams may run and flow
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Clean the sands on which they go
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Stretching down like it had known
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It's going home
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Sunrise early in the dawn
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Slips away, then it's gone
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Leaves the night to carry on
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While it's going home
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Once a man he lived and died
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What he said death could not hide
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Even though it's often tried
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But he was going home
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Now my friends it's time to go
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And this love will live to grow
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And I want you all to know
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I'm going home
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I'm Going Home
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| Arlo Guthrie |
