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ALMOST HOME
Bring a sandwich and a twelve-gauge We will ride on while the night fades When we see the sun’s very first rays Then we’ll know we’re almost home
There were three of us out by Halcyon Gate All the shadows long, it was all too late Holy Joe says, "My boys, what's that moving?" Then I was all alone, I never even saw them
Bring a sandwich and a twelve-gauge We will ride on while the night fades When we see the sun’s very first rays Then we’ll know we’re almost home
I think I know the way, can you ride shotgun? There might be hell to pay, and our road's a long one Ain't that something moving, in the sky above you? They're coming on too fast, you know I've always loved you
Close your eyes, dear, I'll take the 12 gauge I will drive on, while the night fades When you wake to see the sun's very first rays Then you'll know you are almost home Then we’ll know we are almost home Then we’ll know we are almost home
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