<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=66725" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Goin Home</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(words & music by byers)<br>This proud wild land where the wind blows free<br>Has always been a part of me<br>Its in my blood, I just cant get it out<br>For a hundred miles a man can see<br>And be about as wild as he wants to be<br>If he feels like shouting all hes gotta do is shout<br>Where the purple mountains reach up high<br>And look like theyre gonna touch the sky<br>Where the canyon walls have stood for a million years<br>Where the days are hot, the nights are cold<br>The desert sand looks just like gold<br>These trails were carved in sweat and blood and tears<br>Where the painted desert as you pass by<br>Looks like a rainbow in the sky<br>The cactus blooms in the early morning sun<br>Where the nightwings sing and eagles fly<br>The clouds paint pictures in the sky<br>The coyotes howl tells you when the day is done<br>Im coming home, this time Im gonna stay<br>Im coming home and I aint never goin away<br>My feet are itching to get back home<br>Ive had the desert fever since Ive been gone<br>I need some loving so bad that I cant see<br>When a woman looks a man in the eye<br>You know it takes a man to satisfy<br>Thinking about them girls is killing me<br>Im going home, going home<br>Going home, Im going home<br>Going home, going home<br>Going home</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Elvis Presley - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=66725" data-title="Goin Home" data-description="(words & music by byers) This proud wild land where the wind blows free Has always been a part of me Its in my blood, I just cant get it out For a hundred miles a man can see And be about as wild as he wants to be If he feels like shouting all hes..."></div> </div> </div>

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