words and music by Arlo Guthrie
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If I could go back home to the place I was raised
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I'd catch the next bus and be there in a few days
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But I just can't do it, I was raised on the road
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I've got no place to go to, so l guess l'll stay on
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There's dreams that I've had, I wrote in songs yesterday
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But the waves of the world have washed them away
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Still I carry them with me wherever I go
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They're my only possesions on this slow boat back home
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I've kept all my memories buried deep in my heart
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Where time cannot touch them and rip them apart
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Still I look for the hour when I will be free
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From constantly dying and living on dreams
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If I could go back home to the place I was raised
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I'd catch the next bus and be there in a few days
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My dreams in my pockets, my life, that's gone wrong
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They're my only possessions on this slow boat back home
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Slow Boat
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| Arlo Guthrie |
