Lyrics
if i could go back home to the place i was raised, i'd catch the next bus and be there in a few days, but i just can't do it, i was raised on the road, i've got no place to go to, so i guess i'll stay on, there's dreams that i've had, i wrote in songs yesterday, but the waves of the world have washed them away, still i carry them with me wherever i go, they're my only possessions on this slow boat back home, i've kept all my memories buried deep in my heart, where time cannot touch them and rip them apart, still i look for the hour when i will be free, from constantly dying and living on dreams, if i could go back home to the place i was raised, i'd catch the next bus and be there in a few days, my dreams in my pockets, my life, that's gone wrong, they're my only possessions on this slow boat back home
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Artist: arlo guthrie