Going Home

I'm going back to my home to town,
The city is bringing me down.
So many people in such a hurry,
I can't  keep hanging around.

I'm going to find me a used car,
The subway just don't go that far.
Throw all my junk in the back seat and trunk
leave all my worries in "park".

I'm going to quit my job.
I'm going to lose the mob. 
I'm going to hit the road.
I'm going to get back home.

I'm going to breath only fresh air,
And let the sun bleach my hair.
Wear overalls, get dirty and all,
Driving my tractor out there.

I'm going to work off these soft hands.
Make my life right off of this land.
I'll till the earth and watch it give birth,
And only reap what I plant.

Going to get some sun.
Going to have some fun.
Going to grow my hair.
Going to play it fair.

I'm going back to my old girl,
Bring her a necklace of pearls.
Buy her a ring and we'll live happily,
And then bring some life to this world.

We're going to live in this small town,
Spend our spare time just fooling around.
Me and the wife will be rocking all night,
And wake up with the break of dawn.

Yeah, I'm going home.
Going to write some poems.
Going to lend you a hand.
Going to act like a man.

-dp-
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