That's Not Home
Glen Campbell
Maybe tomorrow I won't go home Maybe she won't even care At seven she'll throw A kiss t'war-ard the door And smile at my empty chair For there's nothing there For a man to cli-ing to Nothing to pull me back home Only the girl that's a stranger to me Breathin' on flames that are gone Home isn't where I hang up my hat every night And home isn't anything Like cold arms holdin' me tight That's not right And home isn't some pla-ace to go Just to feel all a-alone That's no-ot home Maybe she might never see me-ee again Maybe that's the best way I'll join myself to some south blowin' wind And leave her to find her own way And maybe I'll find home some daynone.
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