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The autumn leaves are falling, falling on the ground,
And I can't find no place to lay my body down;
I think I'll go on home. (Think I'll go on home.)
I'm going home.
The summer wind is blowing, I feel it in my bones,
Just the other day, thought I saw some snow;
I think I'll go on home. (Think I'll go on home.)
I'm going home.
Never knew a man who never liked to roam,
I've never known a man ain't never going home.
The winter wind is blowing, I feel it in my spine,
Goodbye, my friends, see you next summertime;
I think I'll go on home. (Think I'll go on home.)
Yeah, I'm going home,
I think I'll go on home. (Think I'll go on home.)
Yeah, I'm going home.
Never knew a man who never like to roam,
I've never known a man ain't never going home.
The winter wind is blowing, I feel it in my spine,
Goodbye, my friends, see you next summertime;
I think I'll go on home. (Think I'll go on home.)
Yeah, I'm gettin' home.
Hmm, got my bag all packed....
