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Album: Bringing Home the Heroes
I remember a story about a Father and Son
How the boy took his money, left on the run
He said I'm tired of living in this one horse town
I want out
So he packed a few memories with a hurried goodbye
Dismissed the tears in his daddy's eyes
Oh how his story is a lot like mine
When your dreams are all scattered down life's winding road
And a broken hearty is all you have to hold
At the end of your rainbow there's no pot of gold
In a crowded world you feel all alone
Remember child you can come home
When you find out the pleasure ain't worth the pain
And you've spent your fortune, lost everything
The last thing that you wanna do is think about home
Going home
You see there's just one more valley as you make your last turn
There's a new bridge standing where the old one was burned
And there stands your Father just waiting your return
When your dreams are all scattered down life's winding road
And a broken hearty is all you have to hold
At the end of your rainbow there's no pot of gold
In a crowded world you feel all alone
Remember child you can come home
When your dreams are all scattered down life's winding road
And a broken hearty is all you have to hold
At the end of your rainbow there's no pot of gold
In a crowded world you feel all alone
Remember child you can come home
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