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smytheandco:
It’s where I keep my heart, where I plant my roots
Where my soul comes from, where I learn to sing the blues.
Raised on the saving grace, I live and love.
My secret hiding place, where the world’s too rough.
Let the moonshine fade, let the lights burn out
Let the time slip away, and bury me in that ground.
When I’m all used up, and I’m old and gray
When the well runs dry, and my mind just ain’t the same.
Won’t you set me free, where the tall pines stay
Where I was born to be, back in my Homeland.
The world may change, but this old town’s still the same
There’s an old dirt road, next to that run down bank.
There sits a beat up truck, in my Dad’s back yard
I can still hear it run, til we used to drive it hard.
Let the moonshine fade, let the lights burn out
Let the time slip away, and bury me in that ground.
When I’m all used up, and I’m old and gray
When the well runs dry, and my mind just ain’t the same.
Won’t you set me free, where the tall pines stay
Where I was born to be, back in my Homeland.
Homeland, wild and free.
In my Homeland where I was born to be.
Where I keep my heart, where I plant my roots
Where my soul comes from, where I run back to
Where I keep my heart, where I plant my roots
Where my soul comes from, where I run back to
When I’m all used up, and I’m old and gray
When the well runs dry, and my mind just ain’t the same.
Won’t you set me free, where the tall pines stay
Where I was born to be, back in my Homeland.
Homeland (back in my, back in my Homeland)
In my Homeland (back in my, back in Homeland)
Where I was born to be, back in my Homeland
In my Homeland, where I was born to be.
smytheandco:
It’s where I keep my heart, where I plant my roots
Where my soul comes from, where I learn to sing the blues.
Raised on the saving grace, I live and love.
My secret hiding place, where the world’s too rough.
Let the moonshine fade, let the lights burn out
Let the time slip away, and bury me in that ground.
When I’m all used up, and I’m old and gray
When the well runs dry, and my mind just ain’t the same.
Won’t you set me free, where the tall pines stay
Where I was born to be, back in my Homeland.
The world may change, but this old town’s still the same
There’s an old dirt road, next to that run down bank.
There sits a beat up truck, in my Dad’s back yard
I can still hear it run, til we used to drive it hard.
Let the moonshine fade, let the lights burn out
Let the time slip away, and bury me in that ground.
When I’m all used up, and I’m old and gray
When the well runs dry, and my mind just ain’t the same.
Won’t you set me free, where the tall pines stay
Where I was born to be, back in my Homeland.
Homeland, wild and free.
In my Homeland where I was born to be.
Where I keep my heart, where I plant my roots
Where my soul comes from, where I run back to
Where I keep my heart, where I plant my roots
Where my soul comes from, where I run back to
When I’m all used up, and I’m old and gray
When the well runs dry, and my mind just ain’t the same.
Won’t you set me free, where the tall pines stay
Where I was born to be, back in my Homeland.
Homeland (back in my, back in my Homeland)
In my Homeland (back in my, back in Homeland)
Where I was born to be, back in my Homeland
In my Homeland, where I was born to be.
