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Big Country No Place Like Home

If beauty is an ecstasy and anger keeps you poor A hungry man is never free, a rich man never cured Things were never what they used to be Now every crowd

It's a holy place if you see things that way Then they rattle the bones and the analysts play From his backward collar on a worn out book Another working

I believe in strangers, wherever they may be All the souls who shape the world look pretty strange to me Never met no president or shook a Gandhi?s hand

where the twisters never come And they tore up all the yellow bricks and they sold them to Japan And still the advertisers tell you, hey, there's no place like home

leader His strange tasting waysa?¦they turned me on I tried my best to sound just like him When he movesa?¦he moves like lightning Across the world the news was flashed The country

my word its pretty, not like the great big city the winds still bring cool clear mountian air. I'm going back to paniolo country rain drops fall, the

this country But I think I'll be returning now To the town where I was born And I understand you must keep movin' friend But I am headed home Yeah,

whip I'ma tell em like this, I got enough keys to start a dealership Now how they think they floss toys When we in places, so far from home they call

but right now this big shit is workin' I'm white just by chance, but I'm country by God's graces Nowadays I find myself doin' laundry in odd places But