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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 BS and everything

She was an artist from the start

And she always sang from the bottom of her heart

And though her road was so long

She finally made her way back home

Yes, she finally made her way back home

The loneliest kid I ever saw

Owned to an old man's calloused hands

Sitting barefoot in front of a 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 box cars like they did before

Seems like most of my heroes

Just ain't around no more

Yeah, I know I'm lucky to sing my songs

If you want to, you can sing along

As you been on this road so long

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

Help me find my way back home

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

Help me find my way back home