LYRIC

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Highway signs are dim tonight,
The moon has waned away
And I wonder if blue will turn to lime one day
I drive through the dark with the radio on,
And I hear “Back Home Again”
My drive accelerates with each refrain

Fourteen days out on road,
With nine more hours to go
Now I’m looking for the northern lights,
Not another show
These plastic bags and paper cups,
Take out food and “fill it up”
Will end when I turn in the driveway, home

Home, home
Where the wind blows soft, the sheets drying out on the line
Home, home
Where the grass grows even greener our side of the line

The Rockies climb into my mind,
They sure have made their dough
And that Oldman River has had his share of woes
And I wonder if the tractor’s running good,
And how the crops have grown
Once again, my thoughts have beat me home

Home, home
Where the wind blows soft, the sheets drying out on the line
Home, home
Where the grass grows even greener our side of the line

Soon I look upon the Barley field,
With gravel dust on my wheels
Where a weather-worn barn leans north to point me home
But for now I’ll just keep a-driving on,
Listen to another tune
And long for home beneath the absent moon

Home, home
Where the wind blows soft, the sheets drying out on the line
Home, home
Where the grass grows even greener our side of the line

Where the grass grows even greener our side of the line
Where the grass grows even greener our side of the Line

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  1. Daniel Brown

    March 8, 2022 at 1:12 pm

    Even a bird flaps as much as its wings.

  2. Colleen

    September 25, 2022 at 11:11 am

    I remember playing this song all the time when I was 9 my family hated it.

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