The oceans of mountains come rolling in my bones
The Tennessee walker will rock me back to my ground
But the wind that tells John ancient tales of heart and stone
My home, my home
My home, my home
My home
Please tell my young, my young
My young, my young that I'm home
The oceans and mountains come rolling in my bones
The Tennessee walker will rock me back to my ground
But the wind that tells John ancient tales of heart and stone
My home, my home
My home, my home
My home
Please tell my young, my young
My young, my young that I'm home
Don't look at my face, don't look
Don't look at my face, don't look
Cuz I've got scars, scars

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