Текст песни That's Not Home - Glen Campbell
Maybe
tomorrow,
I
won′t
go
home
Maybe
she
won't
even
care
At
seven,
she′ll
throw
a
kiss
towards
the
door
And
smile
at
my
empty
chair
For
there's
nothing
there
for
a
man
to
cling
to
Nothing
to
pull
me
back
home
Only
a
girl
that's
a
stranger
to
me
Breathing
on
flames
that
are
gone
Home
isn′t
where
I
hang
up
my
hat
every
night
And
home
isn′t
anything
Like
cold
arms
holding
me
tight,
that's
not
right
And
home
isn′t
some
place
to
go
Just
to
feel
all
alone,
that's
not
home
Maybe
she
might
never
see
me
again
Maybe
that′s
the
best
way
I'll
join
myself
to
some
south
blowing
wind
And
leave
her
to
find
her
own
way
And
maybe
I′ll
find
home
someday
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