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Home Sweet Home
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just like every Sunday night Grabbed my Bible and headed on home flyin’ down the “59”. The pretty lady in the pickup truck somehow failed to see the sign I’m rollin’ over, that’s the last thing I recall I’m thinkin’ this could be the end of my life I looked and saw an angel in white. He said “Son, I’ve come to take you home. Yeah, we call it ‘Home Sweet Home’, No there’s just no place like it, we call it ‘Home Sweet Home’.” Swept me into his arms and off we went sailin’ cross the sky, past a million milky ways in the twinklin’ of an eye. On through the gates of glory and no there’s just no way I could describe all the wonders of the place our God calls home Just everywhere a praisin’ sound with angels and saints all around singin’ “Isn’t it good to be home?” Yeah they called it “Home Sweet Home”. No there’s just no place like it they call it “Home Sweet Home”. |