Oh, Black Beauty take me home
Down all these crooked roads I've learned to know
My body is broken and bruised
I've been away too long my boys they are confused
Though my memory will fade
I'm so glad you let me play
I can't do this on my own
Whooooaaa whoooaaa
Oh whoooaaa
Well, I've got this music in my veins
But that don't seem to matter much these days
Yeah, so many people seem so fake
And the reason why they play, it ain't the same
Cuz they don't write their songs
Just hit the tracks and play along
While Johnny Cash rolls over in his grave
Home (Home)
Home (Home)
My home has got my heart
Home (Home)
Home (Home)
Home (Home)
Home (Home)
My home has got my heart
Home (Home)
Home (Home)
My home has got my heart
Yeah, I've learned from all my fears
I've been gone for all these years
Oh, and when I say goodbye well I'll be holding back my tears
A million different faces that I will not forget
Of all the things you taught me how to live without regret
All you people that I love, that I never would've known
Without a guitar and a microphone

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