(Glen Ballard & Siedah Garrett)
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Main street U.S.A. boarded up and dry
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Knowing what once was here just makes me want to cry
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Used to be the favorite place, yeah
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Now what remains are memories even time cannot erase
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Old man Johnson's store, where we grew up too fast
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All that remains today are echoes from the past
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Used to be a booming town, yeah
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Now all that's left is either boarded up or broken down
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[Chorus:]
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Singing, oh ah, oh ah, oh ah, oh
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Where we used to belong
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There ain't nobody home
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Said, oh ah, oh ah, oh ah, oh
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You can knock all you want
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But, ain't nobody home
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Packed up, moved away, running from the past
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Leaving behind the dusty dreams and broken glass
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Used to be a busy town, yeah
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Now everybody passes through, but they don't stick around
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[Chorus]
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Was a newsstand on the corner
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Right next to the barber shop
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And down the street there
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That's where all the kids would stop
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And they would tease the neigbor's bulldog
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Laugh and run away
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And now there's no one left
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Who knows the truth in what you say
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[Chorus]
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Nobody Home
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Amy Grant |