I left home when I was seventeen
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I just grew tired of falling down
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And I'm sure I was told
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The allure of the road
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Would be all I found
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And all the answers that I started with
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Turned out questions in the end
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So years roll on by
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And just like the sky
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The road never ends
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And the people who love me still ask me
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When are you coming back to town
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And I answer quite frankly
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When they stop building roads
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And all God needs is gravity to hold me down
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Gravity
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| Alison Krauss |
