This is my traveling song
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The end of this journey is almost in sight
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An island-of-exile coffeehouse is my weary stop tonight
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My friends are dying or getting married
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It's hard to tell which one is which
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And I'll be back home in my own sweet country soon
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If I don't drive into a ditch
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This is my travelling song
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The border guards ask for my produce to take
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I tell them I've nothing to declare and my foot lifts off the brake
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My heart is crying "Too long you've tarried"
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It's hard to slow down for the curve
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And I'll be back home etc.
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If I don't forget how to swerve
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Bridge: I can know in my heart it's a sad cliche
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As the wanderlust calls me far away
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And I love the good old USA
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But it is not my home
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To my aching heart a mem'ry reaches
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Of her golden hills and endless beaches
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And the lesson that it softly teaches
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"California is your home.
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You've had time enough to roam,
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And it's time to come back home."
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This is my traveling song
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I open the door and I call that I'm back
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And I ask someone just what day this is for I find that I've lost track
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My family's flying in hugs I'm buried
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It's hard to tell which way to turn
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And I'll stay right here in my own sweet country now
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'Cause at last I've started to learn
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Bridge
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Coda: This is my travelling song
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But it's time to go back home
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This is my travelling song
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I've had time enough to roam
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This is my travelling song
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California is my home (x3)
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Words and music: Kathy Mar
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Copyright 2002 Kathy Mar
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Traveling Song
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| Kathy Mar |
