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

Break

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

Break

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