Billy Callery
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At a time when my world, seemed to be swinging,
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Reeling out of control
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There were some believers,
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Deceivers, a few in-betweeners
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Who seemed to have no place that they could go
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It's the same old song,
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It’s right when you're wrong
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Living's just something to do,
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With no place to hide,
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I looked into your eyes,
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And I find myself in you
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I've looked to the stars,
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Busted up some bars
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My life nearly went up in smoke
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With my hands on the wheel,
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Of something so real
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Yeah I feel like I'm heading home
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Now in the shape of an oak, down by the river,
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You see an old man and a boy
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They're setting sails, spinning tales,
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Probably fishing for whales
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With a lady that they both enjoy
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It's the same old tune,
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It’s the man in the moon
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It's the way that I feel
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Since I found you,
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With no place to hide,
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I looked into your eyes,
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And I find myself in you
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I've looked to the stars, busted up some bars
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I saw my life as a joke
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With my hands on the wheel, of something so real
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Yeah I feel like I'm heading home
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And I feel like I'm heading home
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Hands On The Wheel
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| Jerry Jeff Walker |
