[1st verse:]
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When you've packed your grip for a homeward trip
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And you've started for the train
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There's a feeling grand of a happy brand
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That you really can't explain
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All aboard you hear with a welcome ear
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As the train speeds o'er the ground
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There's a happiness that you can't express
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When you're homeward bound
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[Refrain:]
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Happy, happy, happy, happy
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When you're homeward bound, homeward bound
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That's the time you love the rattle
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Of the choo-choo hound, o'er the ground
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Doggone, how lovely it feels
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To hear those rattling wheels
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It's the grandest kind of sound
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All aboard, all aboard, step lively
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Happy, happy, happy, happy
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When you're homeward bound, homeward bound
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As you travel on your way
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The rhythm of the engine seems to say
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We're getting nearer to it
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We're getting nearer to it
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When you're homeward bound
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[2nd verse:]
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I have tried to doze but my eyes won't close
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Can't you guess the reason why?
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When the clock strikes ten, I'll be home again
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Never more to say Goodbye
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I don't like the jar of the Pullman car
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As it speeds along the ground
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Still a Pullman berth is the best on earth
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When you're homeward bound
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Homeward Bound
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| Irving Berlin |
