Bill McGraw: Music

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Hear the whistle blowin softly
Telling me that its time to go back home
Aint nothing left there for me
No work, no place left to go

They used make cars in Detroit City
They used to make a lot of things back home
You used to be able to make a few dollars
Now there’s people cryin where do we go from here
I aint goin back home

Years ago my people used to run moonshine
Fast cars and cash we feared nothing
From no one no where anywhere
That was way back many years
Aint goin back home

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Give me your tired, your poor, your broken hearted
They keep comin across the border
To find something better than here shit
They don’t wanna go back home
Aint gonna go back home

The factory where my father worked
They Shut down so I hear
He is long gone too
I don’t miss that factory
It used to give me the blues
It used to give me the blues
Aint goin back home

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