(Marshall Wilborn)
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Way up north where the snow flies and the sun don't hardly shine
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If it weren't for my true love, I'd long ago lost my mind
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I'd long ago lost my mind
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There's good folks here, good folks there, most everywhere I go
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But the land of my heart is down where the snow white cotton grows
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Where the snow white cotton grows
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When the river runs over from the melting snow, we'll take to the higher ground
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When the water goes down again we'll saddle our old paint
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We'll be homeward bound
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Me and my love will be homeward bound
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Heartstrings hold tighter than the roots of a live oak tree
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Holdin' through tornado winds
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Tougher than timber, stronger than steel
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They'll guide me back southward again
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They'll guide me back southward again
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When the river runs over from the melting snow, we'll take to the higher ground
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And when the water goes down again we'll saddle our old paint
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We'll be homeward bound
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Me and my love will be homeward bound
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Heartstrings
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| Alison Krauss & Union Station |
