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    [Verse 1]
    Papa's hitting the road again
    Takes the show cross-country for hire
    And the crowds come and go
    Secret agents getting bigger
    Mom's holding sister in the chair
    Turning pages of photographs
    Warm in their memories
    Falling asleep by the fire

    [Chorus]
    To the highway where some new cowboys go
    Drivers and drifters and rouges
    And the crew's still working
    Everybody's cracking jokes
    Morning comes so easy
    Sharing stories and forgetting time
    Take the rest in the look in her eyes
    As they go and close time

    [Verse 2]
    Papa's driving past the night
    He's working his way to make it home
    The old man gonna be a sight
    When the morning come, when the morning comes

    [Chorus]
    To the highway where some old cowboys go
    Drivers and drifters and rouges
    Some drink here, some dance here
    Hear old big boy telling jokes
    Mom's holding sister in the chair
    Sharing stories and forgetting time
    Warm in their memories of
    Falling asleep by the fire

    [Verse 3]
    Papa's he driving past the night
    He's working his way to make it home
    The old man gonna be a sight
    When the morning come, when the morning comes
    Papa's coming home
    Papa's coming home

    [Outro]
    Papa coming home...
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