Crack of dawn I hit the road, set my shoulders for the heavy load
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Coffee leaking through the paper sack
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The foreman says I'm late again, he can't stand it when I only grin
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He's got me eight hours, she's got me after that
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I can't wait 'til it's quittin' time
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She got something cookin' for me tonight
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She keeps the homefires burning
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While I'm out earning a living in a world
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That's known for its pouring rain
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She keeps the homefires burning
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Ooh and it's her warm loving that keeps me returning again
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and again
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Out of gas, just my luck, four bald tires on my pickup truck
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No more credit on my credit card
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When I come home and hit that door
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I remember what these aching arms are for
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She's my one light when the world goes dark
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Tomorrow it's the same old grind
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But she'll be burning in my mind
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She keeps the homefires burning
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While I'm out earning a living in a world
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That's known for its pouring rain
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She keeps the homefires burning
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Ooh and it's her warm loving that keeps me returning again
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She keeps the homefires burning
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Ooh and it's her warm loving that keeps me returning again
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Homefires burning
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While I'm out earning a living in a world
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She keeps the homefires burning
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Ooh and it's her warm loving that keeps me returning again
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She keeps the homefires burning
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While I'm out earning a living in a world
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That's known for its pouring rain
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She Keeps the Home Fires Burning
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| Ronnie Milsap |
