Full moon risin' over Atlanta
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And I'm fourteen stories high
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Lookin' down on a street full of people
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Just like bees in a hive
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Lord sometimes I feel just like a number
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Like somebody lost my name
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I just couldn't wait to get here to the city
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Now I can't remember why I came
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Chorus:
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And the road home keeps on gettin' longer
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Old friends and yesterday's are further away
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And that old home grown felling's gettin' stronger
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Sayin' I'm gonna be a goner if I don't go back someday
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Cattails growin' down by the river
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So crystal clear in my mind
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And there's a song that I still remember
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Sung by the wind in the pines
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Lord the people ain't never in a hurry
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Ain't never bothered by time
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They just take their troubles and all of their worries
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And hang 'em on the end of a fishin' line
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Chorus (times three)
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Sayin' I'm gonna be a goner if I don't go back someday
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The Road Home
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| Travis Tritt |
