Back Home Again (John Denver)                         time with you, It's the little things that make   
                                                      a house a home. Like a fire softly burnin',       
There's a storm across the valley, clouds are         supper on the stove, The light in your eyes that  
rollin' in. The afternoon is heavy on your            makes me warm.                                    
shoulders. There's a truck out on the four-lane,                                                        
a mile or more away. The whinin' of his wheels        [chorus]                                          
just makes it colder.                                                                                   
                                                                                                        
He's an hour away from ridin' on your prayers up                                                        
in the sky, And ten days on the road are barely                                                         
gone. There's a fire softly burnin', supper's on                                                        
the stove, But it's the light in your eyes that                                                         
makes him warm.                                                                                         
                                                                                                        
[chorus]:                                                                                               
    Hey, it's good to be back home again.                                                               
    Sometimes this old farm fells like a                                                                
    long-lost friend. Yes, and hey it's                                                                 
    good to be back home again.                                                                         
                                                                                                        
There's all the news to tell him, how'd you                                                             
spend your time, What's the latest thing the                                                            
neighbors say? And your mother called last                                                              
Friday, "Sunshine" made her cry, You felt the                                                           
baby move just yesterday.                                                                               
                                                                                                        
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And oh, the time that I can lay this tired old                                                          
body down, Feel your fingers feather soft upon                                                          
me. The kisses that I live for, the love that                                                           
lights my way, The happiness that livin' with                                                           
you brings me.                                                                                          
                                                                                                        
It's the sweetest thing I know of, just spending