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the afternoon is heavy on your shoulders.
There's a truck out on the four lane, a mile or more away
the whinin' of his wheels just makes it colder.
He's an hour away from ridin' on your prayers up in the sky
and ten days on the road are barely gone.
There's a fire softly burning; supper's on the stove
but it's the light in your eyes that makes him warm.
Chorus:
Hey, it's good to be back home again
Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend
Yes, 'n, hey it's good to be back home again
Lotto karamba Broken Words
You'll be better by yourself,
See what anyone can do.
Wait until the money stops,
Yeah now they're laughing at you.
It doesn't last forever,
you can't get it back,
where I'm... [rest is covered by Scott]
Your sweet little hands,
Brush right past me.
Sometimes you don't understand,
Why you can't reach.
I bite when I don't want to bend,
How silent I can be.
So she is silent too.
She's the one who saw my words,
Broken, torn at the seams.
And broken words were all she heard,
Now she's walking away from me.
Some never meant,
And some meant well.
The difference between us is so,
Hard to tell.
I was so shaken but now,
All I see,
Is everything she meant to me.
She's the one who saw my words,
Broken, torn at the seams.
And broken words were all she heard,
Now she's walking away from me.
She's the one who saw my words,
Broken, torn at the seams.
And broken words were all she heard,
Now she's walking away.
She's the one who saw my words,
Broken, torn at the seams.
And broken words were all she heard,
Now she's walking away.