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Rolling around this hotel bed awake at 3 amCleaning out the mini bar ringing you againI’ve already called you 14 times just to say goodnightI need to hear one more i love you before i douse the lightsYour voice sounds like home to meI hear the dancin’ of the raindropsWhile we tumble in the hayloftYou’re laughing at my bad jokesSinging oh so sweetI hear the creaking of the screendoorBare feet on a wooden floorBut to hear you whisper my nameIs all i really needCause your voice sounds like home to meI know you’re lying in that cotton gownYou’re trying to fall asleepThe phone keeps ringing off the wallI’m sure you roll your eyes at meYou know that i get fragile when i get off the farmBut you keep me held togetherWith that east tennessee charmYour voice sounds like home to meI hear the dancin’ of the raindropsWhile we tumble in the hayloftYou’re laughing at my bad jokesSinging oh so sweetI hear the creaking of the screendoorBare feet on a wooden floorBut to hear you whisper my nameIs all i really needCause your voice sounds like home to meIt’s clear as a church bell ringin’ a mile awaySweet as watermelon on a warm sunny dayPure as homemade whiskeyStrong as a bluebird’s songBaby keep on talkin to meI hear the dancin’ of the raindropsWhile we tumble in the hayloftYou’re laughing at my bad jokesSinging oh so sweetThe creaking of the screendoorAnd bare feet on a wooden floorBut to hear you whisper my nameIs all i really needOh your voice sounds like home to me <-- Previous | Next -->
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