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(ronnie lane, ron wood, rod stewart)
I’m flying
Across the ocean
And I’m soaring
Back home
To the place I was born
And probably raised.
And I’m flying
Across the mountains and valleys,
Back home to the one that I love so happily.
Can ya’ blame me for feeling homesick
’cause I’ve been away such a very long long time
I served a while in the county jail
Five years for being hungry tired and poor
On and on
Yes I will follow
With your buttons and bows.
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