by Willie Nelson
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| Oh they t | ell me of a home far be | yond the s | kies |
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| And they tell me of a home far a w | ay |
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| Oh they t | ell me of a home where no s | torm clouds r | ise |
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| Oh they tell me of an un | clouded d | ay |
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| Oh they t | ell me of a home where my f | riends have g | one |
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| And they tell me of that land far a | way |
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| Where the T | ree of Life in et | ernal b | loom |
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| Sheds its' fragrance through the un | clouded d | ay |
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| Oh! they t | ell me that He smiles on His ch | ildren t | here |
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| And His smile drives their sorrows a | way |
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| And they t | ell me that no tears ever c | ome a | gain |
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| In that lovely land of un | clouded day |
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| Oh they tell me of an un | clouded d | aa... | ay... |