When I was 15 I dreamed of leaving my home
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I had to see the world
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And live like a rolling stone
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I heard California was paved in gold
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So I hopped on that train
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It didn't come easy
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But I keep thinkin' bout
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The green grass and missing my home
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Take me back to my southern ways
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Where I can be myself and live another day
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Take me back to my southern ways
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Where the tall pines blow and the southern winds kiss my face
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Oh southern grace
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Me and my boys started a band
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Practiced everyday out on the Hell House land
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Played every honky tonk and this ol' bar
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To sing about Sweet 'Bama
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We were just simple men
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The music is forever
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and the songs will never ever end
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Take me back to my southern ways
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Where I can be myself and live another day
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Take me back to my southern ways
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Where the tall pines blow and the southern winds kiss my face
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Oh take me back!
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I sit here thinkin' about those days
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I wouldn't change a thing about my life today
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Ain't it funny how time sure flies
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'Cause all I ever wanted and all I ever needed
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WAS YOU
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Take me back to my southern ways
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Where I can be myself and live another day
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Take me back to my southern ways
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Where the tall pines blow and the St. John's flows, and only God - he
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knows, and those southern winds kiss my face
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Southern Ways
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| Lynyrd Skynyrd |
