Many years ago in days of childhood I used to play till the evening sun would come
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Then winding down that old familiar pathway I heard my mother call at set of sun
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Come home come home it's suppertime the shadows lengthen fast
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Come home come home it's suppertime we're going home at last
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Some of my fondest memories of my childhood are woven around suppertime
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When my mother used to call from the backsteps of the old homeplace
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She said come home son it's suppertime oh what I'd have to hear that one more time
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But you know time has woven a realization of truth that is even more thrilling
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And that's when we get that call from the greatest glory to come home on suppertime
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When all of God's children gather around the table with the love of himself
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And we'll celebrate the greatest suppertime of all
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Come home come home...
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Suppertime
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| Merle Haggard |
