Another two months on the road
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Just two more miles I'll be home to what I know
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Where things move a little slower
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And people always wave goodbye and say hello
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And the maples on this road they must be three hundred years old
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Just imagine all the stories they could tell
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Of the tractors and the cars
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All comin' home from Liston's bar
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And the country folk just out to raise some hell
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To raise some hell
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This is my home
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This is where I belong
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Where my daughters go to school
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Where opinions are strong
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Where my neighbors are my friends
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And the story never ends
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So I just hit the ground and keep on runnin'
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All of yesterday has come and gone
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And so you try to pick up all the pieces
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Put it all back the way that it belongs
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Well the next thing that you know
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It's time to play another show
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I'm leavin' out of here just after dawn
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Ain't it good to know that no matter where you go
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That this town has got your back when you are gone
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When you are gone
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And this is my home
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This is where I belong
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Where my daughters go to school
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Where opinions are strong
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And my amendment rights
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They keep me safe at night
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Where my neighbors are my friends
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And the story never ends
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This is my home
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This is where I belong
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Where my daughters go to school
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Where opinions are strong
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Where my amendment rights
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Keep me safe at night
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Where my neighbors are my friends
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And the story never ends
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And the story never ends
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Another two months on the road
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Just two more miles I'll be home
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To what I know
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The Story Never Ends
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| Aaron Lewis |
