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Wheels just turned a billion times,
And I just passed a million signs;
The gas tank leaks, I only got three weeks,
So I'm rolling home to sputters and squeaks.
In my rear view glass Cape Breton fades,
But I'll soon be rocked by the ocean waves;
And I won't recall all the miles I drove,
When my wheels are cooled by a breeze in the cove.
Lord, let me go just a few more miles,
Lord, let me go just a few more miles;
Lord, let me go just a few more miles,
And I'll be back home.
Where the old church bell on Sundays rings,
And the kettle on the stove sputters and sings;
And the cuckoo clock ticks a lot,
They still listen to the news at six o'clock.
And a picture of the queen hangs on the wall,
Jesus loves you, a plaque in the hall;
And a cat curled sleeping by an old rag doll,
It's good to go home to see Nan and Pa.
Lord, let me go just a few more miles,
Lord, let me go just a few more miles;
Lord, let me go just a few more miles,
And I'll be back home.
Where the crowd will be gathered by a fire on the beach,
As the sun sets colourful across the reach;
And the firemen's ball in the old fire hall,
I'll drive Aunt Bessie to the Clarenville Mall.
And the apple tree will be in full bloom,
And the bay will be lit by a big full moon;
I can hear my feet on the beach rock path,
Leading up to the door to the welcome mat.
Lord, let me go just a few more miles,
Lord, let me go just a few more miles;
Lord, let me go just a few more miles,
And I'll be back home.
