I've spent too long away from home Did all the things I could have done Gone are the days of endless thrills I know I'm not the only one
So long, I'm goin', goin' home
I saw the streets all ripe with
jewels Balconies and the laundry lines They tried to make me welcome
there But their streets did not feel like mine
So long, I'm goin',
goin' home
I want the sun to hit my face Through oak trees in the
open lot Forget about the things you want Be thankful for what all you
got
So long, I'm goin', goin' home
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