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Well, if it won't for my Emold dogs and the good Lord
They'd have me Gstrung up in the psych ward
'Cause every day Clivin' in this new world is one too Dmany days to me
Son, we're on the Embrink of the next world war
And I Gdon't think nobody's prayin' no more
And I Cain't sayin I know it for sure I'm just Ddown on my knees
Beggin', Lord, Emtake me home I wanna Ggo home
I don't Cknow which road to go It's been Dso long
I just know I didn't used to Emwake up feelin' this way
Cussin' my Gself every damn day there's always Csome kind of bill to pay
People just Ddoin' what the rich men say I wanna go Emhome
Now four gene Emrations farmin' the ground Grandson Gsells it to a man out of town
And two weeks Clater the trees go down Only got Dconcrete growin' around
And I wanna go Emhome I wanna go Ghome
I don't Cknow which road to go It's been Dso long
I just know I didn't used to Emwake up feelin' this way
Cussin' my Gself every damn day there's always Csome kind of bill to pay
People just Ddoin' what the rich men say I wanna go Emhome
Well, if it won't for my Emold dogs and the good Lord
They'd have me Gstrung up in the psych ward
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