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The funniest girl I ever knew

Had hair as orange as Halloween

The bluest eyes that saw right through

All the b.s.

in everything

She was an artist from the start

And she always sang from the bottom of her heart

And through her road was so long

She finally made her way back home

Yeah she finally made her way back home

The loneliest kid I ever saw

Owned and old man’s callused hands

Sitting barefoot in front of an dime store

In a place some called the promised land

He had hollow sunken eyes

But he was smiling big like he’d won some kinda prize

He was ragged, he was rolling like a stone

In the dirty city streets that he called home

Yeah the dirty city streets that he called home

Hobos, tramps and troubadours

Don’t ride in boxcars like they did before

Seems like most of heroes just ain’t around no more

I know I’m lucky to sing my songs

And if you want to you can sing along

We’ve been on this road so long

Won’t you help me find my way back home?

Help me find my way back home