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Debra Talley - Thinkin' 'Bout Home lyrics
A penny for your thoughts, I said to the old man As he sat there on the park bench, all alone With silver hair, and wrinkled brow, eyes gleamin' He smiled and said, "Just thinkin' 'bout my home" I sat down and we shared some laughs together And the cinema of remembrence, it did roam We talked about life's gains and its losses But mostly, he just talked about his home He said, "I'm thinkin' 'bout home" Thinkin' 'bout going home Dreamin' 'bout leavin' here, ready to be movin' on It won't be long before the sun goes down and I'll be gone But until then, I'll be thinkin' 'bout home I said, "Tell me old man, where's your home and What's it like? He said, "Oh, ain't nothin' 'round here that compares You see, a King had it built and gave the deed to me And all my family's already there |
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