Comin' Back Home Again (118)

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Those old Missouri hills
They keep callin' me back.
Those shaded hollows
And sun bathed oak tree tops.

Those cool clear country streams
I fished as a small boy.
Warm rays of the sun
And cool summer raindrops.

'Left many years ago
But now I'm comin' back.
Old familiar scenes
And warm friendly faces.

In a big rush to leave,
Not good enough back then.
Funny thing happened;
Now 'tis the only place.

Oh yeah, I'm comin' back
To the place I was born.
Yeah, I'm comin' home,
Comin' back home again!

Missouri country boy,
Reckon I'll always be.
I left Missouri;
Missouri ne'er left me.

Long-lastin' warm mem'ries
Of a much simpler time.
Still a country boy,
Reckon I'll always be.

Oh yeah, I'm comin' back
To the place I was born.
Yeah, I'm comin' home,
Comin' back home again!

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© Copyright 2010.  All rights reserved.
Truman T. Tiger aka Richard H. Schaefer
Inspired by Dave and Jason Hicks

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