Place I Call Home

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I see parked taillights 
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Them old neon signs burn bright 
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Parking in an old gravel lot 
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There's Texas music playing in an ear shot 
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At a humid Gruene Hall 
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There's Texans sweating off that alcohol 
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All around the floor they swing 
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If they know the words, you can hear them sing 
 
 
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I want a Rebel Radio 
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And I want a place like Gruene Hall where I can go 
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Yeah. I want a Broken Spoke, I want all the lights and smoke 
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Yeah, that's the place that I call home
 
 
 
I've had my time on stage 
With no one around to hear me play 
It'll give you thick skin 
But I tell you what, I'd do it all again 
 
Dobro solo 
 
Chorus 
 
Guitar 
 
Well once I had a band 
Them boys, they were hard to understand 
We packed some big shows 
We even played live a few times on the radio 
But I did the best I can 
You can't see eye to eye with every man 
So now I find myself alone 
I just turn around, I'm headed home 
 
Chorus