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Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
It Ain't Home |
| Home ain’t found in a pot of gold |
| So I quit chasing rainbows |
| If it ain’t a small town with a dirt road |
| To take me home, to take me far away |
| From the fast life and city lights |
| I need a moonlit night on a side by side |
| Like my cellphone, I may roam |
| But I won’t be gone long |
| Cause it ain’t home |
| East to the west coast, I’ve rocked shows |
| In some of the most beautiful places you can go |
| Saw Florida mangoes, potatoes in Idaho |
| Even skied slopes when it was below zero |
| I rode the polar express with my kids in Durango |
| Got drunk at Myrtle Beach 'bout had me a heat stroke |
| Went back to shower off, made a couple of mixed tapes |
| Smoked some trees, shot the breeze and was on my way |
| Sixteen hours later, straight drove all through the night |
| Just to arrive and sleep all day |
| At least Imma sleep alright |
| They call me turn around Charlie |
| I don’t like being gone |
| I always turn around 'cause I know that |
| Home ain’t found in a pot of gold |
| So I quit chasing rainbows |
| If it ain’t a small town with a dirt road |
| To take me home, to take me far away |
| From the fast life and city lights |
| I need a moonlit night on a side by side |
| Like my cellphone, I may roam |
| But I won’t be gone long |
| Cause it ain’t home |
| You can say there’s more to do and see |
| Taller trees or tasting your collard greens |
| And I ain’t gone say that you’re wrong |
| I’ll only say, that it ain’t home |
| You can tell me |
| That I can’t make twice the dirt |
| You’re right I supposed but I can’t sell a soul that I don’t own |
| What you mean? |
| Man, it just ain’t home |
| Look, I know there’s prettier places |
| Friendlier faces |
| More money to be made if I just moved away |
| But I can’t |
| It’s got all of me, I’ll always be |
| Country with no apology |
| Home ain’t found in a pot of gold |
| So I quit chasing rainbows |
| If it ain’t a small town with a dirt road |
| To take me home, to take me far away |
| From the fast life and city lights |
| I need a moonlit night on a side by side |
| Like my cellphone, I may roam |
| But I won’t be gone long |
| Cause it ain’t home |