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She
told her mama she was leaving/ said, "You know I'd
be the one who'd go."/ her mama put her Bible down
and thought back to a long time ago/ she said, "Baby,
I won't try to stop you but always know your roots; they're
deeply bedded here."/ so her mama kissed her gently/
daddy gave her money to get by/ she picked her bus ticket
and her suitcase up/ and assured them she'd be fine/ and
the words of her mama/ echoed in her head/ matched the
words of a letter from her first boyfriend that she kept
near/ and they told her/ Chorus/ that you can't run from
something you're tied to/ believe me baby cause I've tried
to/ but the weight of it all/ it just pulls on you/ and
you can't run from something that you're tied to/ so she
laid down in her new room/ from the window she heard the
city sounds/ and the buildings hovered overhead/ where
the stars used to smile down/ and in her mind she'd imagine
sweet corn and wheat fields/ and she'd remember/ Chorus/
she said I'm going home now/ bought a bus ticket headed
south/ packed her suitcase said I'm going home now/ she
said I'm going home now/ bought a bus ticket headed south/
packed her suitcase said I'm going home now
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