Kim Richey

A Place Called Home

 

Well, it's not hard to see,
Anyone who looks at me
Knows I am just a rolling stone,
Never landing anyplace to call my own.
To call my own...

Well, it seems like so long ago,
But it really ain't you know.
I started out a crazy kid,
Miracle I made it through the things I did.
The things I did...

Someday I'll go where there ain't no rain or snow,
Till then I travel alone.
And I make my bed with the stars above my head,
And dream of a place called home.

I had a chance to settle down,
Get a job and live in town.
Work in some old factory,
I never liked the foreman standing over me.
Over me...

Oh, I’d rather walk a winding road,
Rather know the things I know.
And see the world with my own eyes,
No regrets, no looking back and no goodbyes.
No goodbyes...

Someday I'll go where there ain't no rain or snow,
Till then I travel alone.
And I make my bed with the stars above my head,
And I dream of a place called home
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And someday I'll go where there ain't no rain or snow,
Till then I travel alone.
And I make my bed with the stars above my head,
And dream of a place called home.

Someday I'll go where there ain't no rain or snow,
And dream of a place called home...

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