Home.
Each time I arrive at my sweet country home,
I travel country roads.
With the sweet air and free feeling,
It’s hard not to be thankful for what where I’ve grown.
The sun seems to always shine upon my face.
My heart forever feels at ease.
And there’s that perfect spot on the hill,
where you can always catch the breeze
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