There's a storm across the valley, clouds are rolling in,
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the afternoon is heavy on your shoulders.
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There's a truck out on the four lane, a mile or more away,
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the whining of his wheels just makes it colder.
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He's an hour away from riding on your prayers up in the sky
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and ten days on the road are barely gone.
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There's a fire softly burning, supper's on the stove,
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but it's the light in your eyes that makes him warm.
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Hey, it's good to be back home again.
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Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend.
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Yes, and hey, it's good to be back home again.
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There's all the news to tell him, how's you spend your time,
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and what's the latest thing the neighbors say?
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And your mother called last Friday, "Sunshine" made her cry
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and you felt the baby move just yesterday.
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Hey, it's good to be back home again.
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Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend.
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Yes, and hey, it's good to be back home again.
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Oh, the time that I can lay this tired old body down,
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and feel your fingers feather soft upon me.
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The kisses that I live for, the love that lights my way,
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the happiness that living with you brings me.
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It's the sweetest thing I know of, just spending time with you.
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It's the little things that make a house a home.
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Like a fire softly burning and supper on the stove,
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the light in your eyes that makes me warm.
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Hey, it's good to be back home again.
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Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend.
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Yes, and hey, it's good to be back home again.
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Hey, it's good to be back home again.
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Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend.
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Yes, and hey, it's good to be back home again.
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I said hey, it's good to be back home again.
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Back Home Again
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| John Denver |
