Titel:		GOIN' HOME

Interpret:	THE OSMONDS
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I'm a track star, gotta run far,
And I'm ready to go;
It's a long, long road,
And I gotta make it on my own
Everybody's gainin' on me,
Tryin' to slow me down,
but if I'm gonna make it,
Gotta fight, fight, fight all day,
And night - and day - all right.

Goin' home, goin' home, goin' home,
I gotta make it, gonna make it all right,
Goin' home, goin' home, goin' home,
If it takes me the rest of my life.

I'm a space man, from a different land,
I gotta get back home,
I've been gone so long,
That I'm feelin' like a useless man.
Everybody's lookin' at me,
Tryin' to help me down,
I gotta fight, fight, fight, even though it takes
Another day, and night, and day, all right.
Oh my, why, why
Is it either win or lose,
Somehow, someday, I'll never ever have to go away.

Goin' home, goin' home, goin' home,
I gotta make it, gonna make it all right.
Goin' home, goin' home, goin' home,
I gotta make it, gonna make it all right.

Goin' home, goin' home. goin' home, . . . . .