End Is Not In Sight

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Oh I knew it all along, I'd have 
to come back home
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Because this living on the road only
 makes me tired and so
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Like a bird without a nest, like 
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and stranger in the night
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My soul cries out for rest and 
the end is not in sight
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Break

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Tastes like sweet magnolia wine, 
honey dripping from her mouth
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Oh that sweet little gal of mine, 
she's the finest in the south
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Now the days are getting longer, 
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nights are getting colder
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I just want to go back home and lay 
my head upon her shoulder

Break

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Oh I knew it all along, I'd have 
to come back home
  F

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        F
F
Because this living on the road only
 makes me tired and so
F                                 
Like a bird without a nest, like 
Am F                             
and stranger in the night
          F

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My soul cries out for rest and 
the end is not in sight
     F