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I like to sing about my home

I like to say things sometimes all wrong

I like to live where the fish do bite

I like to hunt my game mostly at night

Mostly at night

And I feel lucky I'm home

And I'm so miserable when I'm gone

And I prefer not to roam

Very far from my home

I like to hear my father pray before our meals

I like to hear young children holler, play, and squeal

I like to live where I can grow my own

It's not much of a place but it's the place I call my home

It's the place I call my own

And I feel lucky I'm home

And I'm so miserable when I'm gone

And I prefer not to roam

Very far from my (home)

I was thinkin' just today

That there must be a better way

I work my fingers to the bone

And still ain't worthy of a loan

And I feel lucky I'm home

And I'm so miserable when I'm gone

And I prefer not to roam

Very far from my home

From my home