(Fred Geis)
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Well, no matter where I wandered I know I'll always find a welcome at the end of every journey.
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There'll be friendly people waitin'.
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[Chorus:]
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California would not hold me 'though I loved her timber mountains.
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Worked her fields and worked her orchards up and down her central valley.
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I have driven open highway through the golden Utah valley
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And I watched the rivers gently gliding. I wave my hand to friendly people.
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[Chorus]
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Folks who know me call me a drifter. They don't know I'll stop my ramblin'.
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They don't know that someday, somewhere, somebody's gonna make me settle down.
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I'm going home, Lord, I'm going home. (Repeat and then chorus twice)
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I'm going home!
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I'm Going Home
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| The Kingston Trio |
