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The funniest girl I knew
Had hair as orange as
The eyes that saw right through
All the BS and

She was an artist from the
And she always sang from the of her heart
And though her was so long
She finally her way back home
Yes, she finally made her way back

The loneliest kid I saw
to an old man's calloused hands
Sitting barefoot in of a dime-store
In a place called, 'The Promised Land'

He had sunken eyes
But he was big like he'd won some kinda prize
He was ragged, he was rolling like a
In the dirty city streets he called home
Yeah, the dirty city that he called home

Hobos, tramps and
Don't ride in box cars they did before
like most of my heroes
Just ain't around no

Yeah, I know I'm lucky to my songs
If you to, you can sing along
As you been on this road so
Won't you help me my way back home?
Help me find my way home

Won't you help me my way back home?
Help me find my way back