My Home is on the Road

Well I’m rollin down that long lonesome highway
Smoking my breakfast by the pack
Sittin by a river in the early morning sun
Watch a train ballin the jack
Well I turn the key, it starts right up
Head on down the road
There’s places that I never been,
Stories I aint been told

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Maybe my home is on the road
The road’s the only place I feel at home
I don’t know if I’m ever gonna get back again this way
the road’s the only place I feel at home,
Feel at home

I rolled into a one-horse town, sat at the local diner
You poured my coffee, smiled with small-town eyes
I had my dinner, we had a talk about the wide-open spaces
Headin’ west ‘cross the great divide.
Never seen such a beauty in faded jeans with your long red hair flowin
I looked into your big green eyes, and you looked at me knowin

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We kept tellin stories, laughed till closin time
Turn off the lights, turn the sign round in the door
We stood out in the parking lot, under heaven stars
Is this the beginning, or is this good-bye
You asked me where I came from, and I said “Carolina”
I asked you where your home is and you just said “this diner”

Maybe your home is on the road
The road’s the only place you might feel at home
I can’t promise I’ll ever bring you back again this way
the road’s the only place I feel at home,
Feel at home

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