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Henry Maclyn Conlon
Henry Maclyn Conlon
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Henry Maclyn Conlon
Henry Maclyn Conlon
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Cover up my eyes so I don't have to see Plug up my ears so I don't have to hear That south wind moaning, o'er the hills Oh and how it hurt my soul I said, "Lord, I'm coming home" I gave a girl my heart, she held it in her hands She done thrown it away 'cause she don't understand Oh, but now she's gone, I guess life goes on Oh and how it hurt my soul I said, "Lord, I'm coming home" Oh and how it hurt my soul I said, "Lord, I'm coming home" I sit alone and I drink my fill Mama always told me that this kind of living kills Oh, but now I'm done, I done settled down Oh and how it hurt my soul I said, "Lord, I'm coming home" Oh and how it hurt my soul I said, "Lord, I'm coming home" So lay me down, lay me down to rest Put me in the ground and say I did my best Lord knows I've tried every day I lived Oh and how it hurt my soul I said, "Lord, I'm coming home" Oh and how it hurt my soul I said, "Lord, I'm coming home" I'm coming home I'm coming home
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