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The funniest girl I knew
Had hair as orange as
The eyes that saw right through
All the BS and

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

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

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

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

Yeah, I I'm lucky to sing my songs
If you to, you can sing along
As you been on road so long
Won't you help me find my way home?
Help me find my way back

Won't you help me find my way back
me find my way back home