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The girl I ever knew
Had as orange as Halloween
The bluest eyes that saw right
All the BS and

She was an from the start
And she always sang from the of her heart
And though her road was so
She finally made her way home
Yes, she made her way back home

The loneliest kid I saw
to an old man's calloused hands
Sitting barefoot in of a dime-store
In a place some called, Promised Land'

He had hollow eyes
But he was smiling big like won some kinda prize
He was ragged, he was rolling a stone
In the dirty city streets he called home
Yeah, the city streets that he called home

Hobos, and troubadours
Don't ride in box cars like they did
Seems like most of my
Just ain't around no

Yeah, I know I'm to sing my songs
If you want to, you can sing
As you on this road so long
you help me find my way back home?
Help me my way back home

Won't you help me find my way home?
Help me find my way home