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I went away, off to the city
Off to the city where it's fast and cold
And I was all alone, with a million amount of people
Million amount of people that didn't know my name
And I wore my suit and I was makin' lots of money
Makin' lots of money, but it never soothed my soul
I felt a whole lot richer with a cool breeze from the river
It'll make a dollar shiver in a poor boy's jeans
Now I hear those songs, those lullabies from my home
Lullabies from my home, they shine more than gold
And confidence in the callused hands of Papa's old
Callused hands of Papa's, they would wipe away my tears
There's pretty girls on every corner
On every corner, got somewhere to be
They ain't got no time, no, they ain't got no smile
Got no smiles for a country boy like me
I walk right by 'em and smell their fancy perfume
Smell their fancy perfume, but they never smell like you
When we spend them days there underneath the oak tree
And we spend them days there underneath the oak tree
A poem that you wrote me about the wind and the rain
And I brush your hair with the fingers that God gave me
I knew that you would save me from never findin' love
Here many walk thousands of miles
Millions of miles with their heads hangin' down
When that sun don't shine it's gonna soggy up your spirit
Soggy up your spirit, lay the horrors down
But them boys back home, just dancin' all night kickin'
Guitars and banjos pickin' them homegrown songs
Fires would burn and I thought you would last forever
I wish they'd last forever 'cause Lord I miss them so
I went away, off to the city
Off to the city where it's fast and cold
And I was all alone, with a million amount of people
Making' lots of money but it never was my home

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from Knuckleball Prime, released October 23, 2015

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Willy Tea Taylor, son of a cattleman, born and raised in the “Cowboy Capital of the World”, Oakdale, California.

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