Coming Home

Saw the ocean from a plane
 New York city from a train
 Fell asleep ridin' shotgun
 Bound for New Mexico
 You know I love the sand
 But wherever I land
 There's nothing quite like coming home
 They have lobsters in Maine
 Vegas has the buffets
 Down in Georgia
 The peaches are sweet, I know
 But sipping tea in my yard
 Is the sweetest by far
 There's nothing quite like coming home
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 Grandma's picture on the wall
 Dad's piano in the hall
 The clock on the mantle
 Broke a long time ago
 There's a feeling inside
 No money can buy
 There's nothing quite like coming home
 The old carpet's worn thin
 From the places we'd spin
 While old blue eyes serenaded on the old stereo
 There's a world to explore
 Far beyond my front door
 But there's nothing quite like coming home
 I don't know where I'm headed
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 But I know where I'm from
 
 I could never forget it
 It's the place I belong
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 My initials on a tree
 You can find the spare key
 Hanging there by the back patio
 However long I've been gone
 There's a light always on
 There's nothing quite like coming home
 
 There's nothing quite like coming home