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    I've been a traveler the most of my life
    I never took a home, i never took a wife
    Ran away young and decided to roam
    But now i'd like to see my mama and my papa back home

    Home, where the rivers run cold (gold)
    The water tastes good, the winters ain't cold
    Home, where the trees grow tall
    The home fires burn, the whippoorwills call

    Well i remember stories that my daddy used to tell
    Yeah my eyes'd get big, his just'd swell
    I could sit for hours and listen with glee
    As he'd tell of how he lived when he's a boy like me

    Home, where the river runs cold (gold)
    The water tastes good, the winters ain't cold
    Home, where the trees grow tall
    The home fires burn, and the whippoorwills call

    Now, mama dear, mama do you still love your boy
    After all my roamin' can i still bring you joy
    Mom you sent a letter, got it not long ago (momma sent a letter..)
    And you said to come home, 'cause you were missin' me so(..it said ..'cause she's..)

    Home, where the rivers run cold (gold)
    The water tastes good, the winters ain't cold
    Home, where the trees grow tall
    The home fires burn, and the whipperwills call

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