I'm a rambler and a rover and a wanderer it seems
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I've traveled all over chasing after my dreams
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But a dream should come true and a heart should be filled
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And a life should be lived in the Piney Wood hills.
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I'll return to the woodlands, I'll return to the snow
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I'll return to the hills and the valley below
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I'll return like a poor man or a king if God wills
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But I'm on my way home to the Piney Wood hills.
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I was raised on a song there
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I done right, I done wrong there
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And it's true I belong there
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And it's true it's my home.
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From ocean to ocean I've rambled and roamed
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and soon I'll return to my Piney Wood home
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Maybe someday I'll find someone who will
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Love as I love my Piney Wood hills.
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I was raised on a song there
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I done right, I done wrong there
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And it's true I belong there
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And it's true it's my home.
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I'll return to the woodlands, I'll return to the snow
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I'll return to the hills and the valley below
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I'll return like a poor man or a king if God wills
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But I'm on my way home to the Piney Wood hills...
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Piney Wood Hills
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| Bobby Bare |
