At the close of the day when the sun sinks away below the western sea
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Then I'll seek my rest in a little love nest built for Carrie Anita and me
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A big mora's chair awaits for me there beside a bright log fire
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My babe at my knee and my wife sings with me while I srtum on my old guitar
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In fact we're as happy as happy can be every evening just Carrie Anita and me
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Everything may go wrong as I pull all day long but when the shadows fall
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Then the cares of the day slip softly away as I hear that old home call
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A big mora's chair...
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Home Call
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| Hank Snow |
