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Genres

Americana / Alt Country

Lyrics

I hear the, train whistle blowin', through an early morning rain... I see the street signs flashin' and feel an old familiar pain... I 'm headed outta Reno, I won't be back again...Time after time is seems I ain't ever gonna win... and I'm goin' home...goin' home...all alone, I'm goin' home... I'm goin' Home....... I've cris-crossed this country, and half of Vietnam...Fought in the desert against a man they called "Saddaam", I married me a woman and took her back to alabam...Now she's in Houston, with no ring upon her hand... And I'm goin' home...Goin' Home...all alone...I'm goin' home... I'm goin' Home.... Well its times like this, man it seems I'm cut right to the bone, I'm hangin on to these two wheel...and I'm goin' home....goin home....goin home..... Home........ j.s.connell - BMI All Rights Reserved.

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