These steps they remind me of places that I used to know,
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The smell and the sand of Lake Tahoe,
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The restaurants and strip malls and chimney smoke,
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And these bricks remind me of places I used to go,
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With log cabins lining a dirt road,
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When my obligations were in the snow,
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I miss home and I miss you,
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When there's no one around and nothing to do,
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And I still remember those weekends when I was nine,
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And four hours seemed like a lifetime,
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But look out the window son, you'll be fine,
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And I traced the railroad through mountains and watched the trees,
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The white powder resting on their leaves,
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As I pulled a blanket over my knees,
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Oh, I miss home and I miss you,
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When there's no one around and nothing to do,
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And I know that you're keeping busy too,
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But I miss home and I miss you,
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Lake Tahoe (For My Father)
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| Sherwood |
