Rolling around this hotel bed awake at 3 am
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Cleaning out the mini bar ringing you again
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I’ve already called you 14 times just to say goodnight
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I need to hear one more i love you before i douse the lights
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Your voice sounds like home to me
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I hear the dancin’ of the raindrops
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While we tumble in the hayloft
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You’re laughing at my bad jokes
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Singing oh so sweet
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I hear the creaking of the screendoor
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Bare feet on a wooden floor
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But to hear you whisper my name
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Is all i really need
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Cause your voice sounds like home to me
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I know you’re lying in that cotton gown
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You’re trying to fall asleep
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The phone keeps ringing off the wall
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I’m sure you roll your eyes at me
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You know that i get fragile when i get off the farm
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But you keep me held together
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With that east tennessee charm
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Your voice sounds like home to me
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I hear the dancin’ of the raindrops
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While we tumble in the hayloft
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You’re laughing at my bad jokes
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Singing oh so sweet
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I hear the creaking of the screendoor
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Bare feet on a wooden floor
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But to hear you whisper my name
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Is all i really need
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Cause your voice sounds like home to me
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It’s clear as a church bell ringin’ a mile away
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Sweet as watermelon on a warm sunny day
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Pure as homemade whiskey
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Strong as a bluebird’s song
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Baby keep on talkin to me
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I hear the dancin’ of the raindrops
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While we tumble in the hayloft
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You’re laughing at my bad jokes
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Singing oh so sweet
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The creaking of the screendoor
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And bare feet on a wooden floor
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But to hear you whisper my name
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Is all i really need
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Oh your voice sounds like home to me
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Sounds Like Home
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| Blue County |
