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I'm lying here awake, and it's half past four
my mind won't stop, it's like a swinging door
I can't stop thinkin' on the things I've done,
all the places I've been, all the people I've known
when my mind goes back to the place I was born
that special place that we call home

Back home..............Oh baby back home............
I know where I belong, when I'm back home

Well I been all around and I seen some things
but I think it's time to try to re-arrange
I always been runnin' to the finish line
but somehow somebody keeps a' movin' that line
then my mind goes back to the place I was born
that special place that we call home

Back home..............Oh baby back home..............
I know where I belong, when I'm back home

You can find old friends you ain't seen in years
they're so darn happy just to see you're still here
sittin' on the porch, spending your time
talking 'bout those good ol' times
when your mind goes back to the place you were born
that special place that we call home

Back home..............Oh baby back home..............
I know where I belong, when I'm back home

Well I think I'm going to stay a little longer this time 
'cause they ain't no hurry gettin' back to the grind
my worries here, they seem to disappear
they leave my mind so free and clear
when my mind goes back to the place I was born
that special place that we call home

Back home...............Oh baby back home..............
I know where I belong, when I'm back home
Back home................Oh baby back home............
I know....  where I.... belong, (slower, long pause, hold note, stop)
when I'm......Back......Home..........(slow, deliberate, hold out note)