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Guess I knew it all along
I'd have to come back home
'Caude this living on the road
Only makes me tired and sore
Like a bird without a nest
Like a stranger in the night
And my soul cries out for rest
And the end is not in sight
Tastes like sweet magnolia wine
Honey dripping from your mouth
And that sweet little gal of mine
She's the finest in the south
Now the day's are gettin'longer
And the nights are gettin' colder
I just want to come back home
Lay my head down on your shoulder
Guess I knew it all along
I'd have to come back home
'Caude this living on the road
Only makes me tired and sore
Like a bird without a nest
Like a stranger in the night
And my soul cries out for rest
And the end is not in sight
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- Their Very Best
- How The Hell Do You Spell Rhythm?
- Too Stuffed To Jump
- Stacked Deck
- Out Of The Blue
- Non-Album Releases
- The Essential The Amazing Rhythm Aces
- Stacked Deck (Remastered)
- To byly czasy! To byla muzyka! 1975
- Alive In America (Live)
- Super Seventies Smashes Vol. 2 - Live!
- Legends Live In Concert, Vol. 10
- Burning the Ballroom Down
- Amazing Rhythm Aces: Live In America
- Live In America