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I LEFT MY HOME ONE DAY
FOR THE SAKE OF BETTER PAY
IN A FOREIGN LAND 12 CENTURIES BACK IN TIME
WHERE THE SUN KEEPS BURNING DOWN
ON THE HOLE DRILLED IN THE GROUND
I DREAM OF THE GIRL I LEFT BEHIND
WELL I SIGNED IN THE DOTTED LINE
ANO I IHOUGHT IN A FEW YEARS TIME
I'D BE HOME AND WE COULD START A BRAND NEW LIFE
BUT SOMETHING WENT WRONG
AND I JUST DON'T KNOW HOW LONG
THEY WILL MAKE ME STAY AND PAY FOR MY CRIME
CHORUS
AND I WISH I WAS
ROLLIN' HOME ROLLIN' HOME
HOME TO THE PLACE I LONG TO BE
ROLLIN' HOME ROLLIN' HOME
THERE'S SOMEONE WAITING THERE FOR ME
IHERE'S A LAW THAT RULES THIS LAND
BUT I JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND
I DIDN'T KNOW THAT I WAS DOING WRONG
BUT THEY DON'T SEEM TO CARE
AND THEY ALL DO IT WHEN OVER THEY'RE OVER THERE
BUT HERE YOU FACE THE JUSTICE OF THEIR GOD
REPEAT CHORUS
ALL THE MONEY THAT SAVED
TO PAY FOR BETTER DAYS
JUST CAN'T MAKE UP FOR HOW I MISS YOU SO
THERE'S NO CONSOLATION PRIZE
BUT WHEN CLOSE MY EYES
I DREAM OF YOUIN OUR NEW HOME

Words & Music John David
Reproduced by kind permission Warner Bros.
Music Limited. On Phonogram Records