Child of this blood and bone
No place I'd ever call my own
I've been carrying this gypsy stone
And praying that you'd get to me
You're saying Wheres your country son?"
And "Tell me of the things youve done.
Well I've been living on the run
And praying that you'd get to me
I was born of no man's land
Wild, young, and free
But I've seen her face and felt her grace
And that's where I want to be
So maybe I have seen a light
Or drank too much on Friday night
But I gathered you and held you tight
And darling that was home
So lead me to a better place
Where this all dissolves without a trace
And every line's lost in in embrace
'Cause darling that is home

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