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It′s springtime but I haven't seen the sun
To see the sun ain′t what I signed
You said I could get what I ain't got
Back home, home where I'm bound
Back home, where I′m bound

I′m a welder in a foreign land
I'm working hard days and nights
My head is worn out from longing
Back home, home where I′m bound
Back home, where I'm bound

I′ve been here three years and a half now
I still don't even own the clothes on my back
Well, I guess I could abide if it wasn′t for my family
Back home, home where I'm bound
Back home, where I'm bound

Where there′s music and crickets in my ears all night
She said she likes what she sees, though I′m quite ugly and not much of a dancer
Where the moon is like a big old lamp and the liquor comes from the woods

Home, home where I'm bound
Back home, where I′m bound
Back home, home where I'm bound
Back home, where I′m bound

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