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The only thing I see ahead is
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just the heat a rising off the road
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The rainbows I've been chasing keep on
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fading before I find my pot of gold
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And more and more I'm thinking, that the only treasures
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that I'll ever know
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Are long ago and far behind wrapped up in my
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memories of home

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Home was a swimming hole and a fishing pole
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and the feel of a muddy road between my toes
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Home was a back porch swing where I would sit
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and mom would sing Amazing Grace
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While she hung out the clothes
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Home was an easy chair with my daddy there
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and the smell of Sunday supper on the stove
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My footsteps carry me away but in my mind I'm
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always going home
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Now the miles I put behind me ain't as
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hard as the miles that lay ahead
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And it's way too late to listen to the
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words of wisdom that my daddy said
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The straight and narrow path he showed me turned into a
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thousand winding roads
C#                                 G#
My footsteps carry me away, but in my mind I'm
             C#
always going home

F#
Home was a swimming hole and a fishing pole
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and the feel of a muddy road between my toes
F#
Home was a back porch swing where I would sit
                  C#
and mom would sing Amazing Grace
                       G#
While she hung out the clothes
F#
Home was an easy chair with my daddy there
                                    C#   A#m
and the smell of Sunday supper on the stove
C#                              G#
My footsteps carry me away but in my mind I'm
             C#
always going home

F#
The straight and narrow path he showed me turned into a
                 C#  A#m
thousand winding roads
C#                                 G#
My footsteps carry me away, but in my mind I'm
             C#
always going home

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