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The End Is Not In Sight
[E]Guess I knew it all a[A]long
I had to get back [E]home
'Cause this livin' on the [A]road
Has only made me tired and [E]cold
chs
Like a bird without a [C#m]nest[B7][A]
Like a stranger in the [E]night
And my soul cries [A]out for rest
And the end is not in [E]sight
Tastes like sweet magnolia wine
Honey drippin' from your mouth
And that sweet little gal of mine
Is the finest in the south
Chs
Oh the days are gettin' longer
And the nights are gettin' shorter
I just wanna come back home
And lay my head down on your shoulder
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