Well, I've been from Boston to L.A.
Seen Boulder Dam and Frisco Bay
I seen New York City and Washington
Seen Montreal and Saskatchewan and Rhode Island
And I've worked in three all night
Service stations and I drove a truck
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Take me home, my heart is heavy and my feet are sore
Take me home, I don't wanna roam no more
Well, I slept all night in a water trough
Had the flu and the croup and the whoopin' cough
Had the mumps and the measles and the seven years itch
And I can't count the times That
I've had a cold and a sore throat
Not to mention all the times That
I cut my fingers on a sardine can
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Well, I can just see 'em all now just a gatherin' 'round
Mama's supper table when the sun goes down
And my good old pappy when the blessing’s said
Fillin' up his plate with black eyed peas
And all that stuff and side meat
And a great big hunk of my dear sweet
mama's Hot buttered cornbread
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