The daylight hours are dying
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The night is breaking clear
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In the distance a boy and his daddy arrive
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In a beat up old John Deere.
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Supper's on the table
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Son quitting time is nigh
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Set these wheels straight for the barn
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It's time that you and I are turning for home
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Kick off these working shoes and rest these weary bones
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The best part of any day is when the job is done
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And you're turning for home.
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There's a letter in the mailbox
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From a soldier overseas.
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His mother runs from the kitchen
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She opens it up and reads
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a¢æ©«Mum I hope this letter finds you well and strong
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You and Dad and sister take care
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I pray that it won't be long.
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Till I'm turning for home
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Kick off these walking shoes and rest these weary bones
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The best part of going no matter where you roam
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Is the turning for home.
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Now I have been a wanderer
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On the wings of a restless wind
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Fast trains and back roads
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Places I've never been
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I found every answer
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When I fell in love with you
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You took me straight to your heart
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Oh the first time I knew
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I was turning for home
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Kick off these walking shoes and rest these weary bones
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The best part of going no matter where you roam
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Is the turning, turning, turning for home.
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Turning For Home
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Oak Ridge Boys |