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Where I Belong
03:25
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This where I belong
This is where the streets know my name
This is where I belong
This is where water it don't taste the same
I tell you there's a place where the grass is always greener
Where the trees are tall and I won't mention the flowers
I tell you there's a place where the beer is always better
And don't even get me started on cider
Don't you go and tell me that it always rains
Dont you go and tell that it's in your veins... Cuz I already know
I tell you there's a place where the names are always weirder
Where the water is cold but the people sure are warmer
I tell you there's a place where there's always salted butter
And you can put it anywhere and heaven will be closer
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Family
03:56
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It's too early to wake up
I'm starting to hate my ringtone
I quickly hit the shower, and pour yself a cup
They will be lucky if they get something more than a groan
Back's packed I'm good to go
The door closes on P street
The van pulls up and there's something I gotta know
Somebody tell me please how it already smells like feet
We fasten our seatlbelts and quickly hit the road
We take off our shoes and pants and make our van a home
We're the Sons, we are a family
We play stupid games make stupid puns
Yeah we call ourselves proudly the lucky ones
We're the Sons, we are a family
We play stupid games make stupid jokes
When we're here we'll sing happily with you folks
I hear snoring on my left
I hear laughing on my right
I consider both teams, choose the one I like best
I go with the latter, suddenly I see the light
How about we watch a movie ?
How about a stupid game ?
There is one that I like, I promise you it's funny
Let me think of someone you just figure out the name
We fasten our seatlbelts and quickly hit the road
We take off our shoes and pants and make our van a home
We're the Sons, we are a family
We play stupid games make stupid puns
Yeah we call ourselves proudly the lucky ones
We're the Sons, we are a family
We play stupid games make stupid jokes
When we're here we'll sing happily with you folks
The venue is around the corner
I put my shoes back on
I'm happy to be here, surrounded by my brothers
Let's get ready to rock, let's get ready to have some fun
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Wagon Wheel
04:06
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Headin' down south to the land of the pines
I'm thumbin' my way into North Caroline
Starin' up the road and pray to God I see headlights
I made it down the coast in seventeen hours
Pickin' me a bouquet of dogwood flowers
And I'm a-hopin' for Raleigh, I can see my baby tonight
So, rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama any way you feel
Hey... mama rock me
Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a southbound train
Hey... mama rock me
Runnin' from the cold up in New England
I was born to be a fiddler in an old time string band
My baby plays a guitar, I pick a banjo now
Oh, north country winters keep a-gettin' me down
Lost my money playin' poker, so I had to leave town
But I ain't a-turnin' back to livin' that old life no more
So, rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama any way you feel
Hey... mama rock me
Yeah, rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a southbound train
Hey... mama rock me
Walkin' to the south out of Roanoke
I caught a trucker out of Philly, had a nice long toke
But he's a-headin' west from the Cumberland Gap
To Johnson City, Tennessee
And I gotta get a move on before the sun
I hear my baby callin' my name and I know that she's the only one
And if I died in Raleigh, at least I will die free
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