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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nanci Griffith
Nanci Griffith
Acoustic Guitar
Pat Alger
Pat Alger
Acoustic Guitar
John Catchings
John Catchings
Cello
Phillip Donnelly
Phillip Donnelly
Electric Guitar
Béla Fleck
Béla Fleck
Banjo
Lloyd Green
Lloyd Green
Pedal Steel Guitar
Roy Huskey Jr.
Roy Huskey Jr.
Upright Bass
Lyle Lovett
Lyle Lovett
Additional Vocals
Kenny Malone
Kenny Malone
Drums
Mark O'Connor
Mark O'Connor
Violin
Ralph Vitello
Ralph Vitello
Piano
Rick West
Rick West
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nanci Griffith
Nanci Griffith
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nanci Griffith
Nanci Griffith
Producer
Jim Rooney
Jim Rooney
Producer
Curtis Allen
Curtis Allen
Associate Producer
Denny Purcell
Denny Purcell
Mastering Engineer
Mark Miller
Mark Miller
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Oh, he said it was the sound of the winter callin' From up around the bend or it could be The cry of your restless heart For the love of your long lost friends Oh, but me I think it's just the summertime And the heat of these Texas winds They keep on slappin' my face with dust so thick That the tears won't roll again Last of the true believers have you grown a weary all alone? You could go home again, home again, a home Last of the true believers, she pack your things and go back home You could go home again, home again, a home Oh, he said, "You can't stay away forever 'Cause they say love doesn't last that long And the ghost of the one that you loved the best Is bound to be long gone" So you fall for the one you believe in And take pride in the heart you hold 'Cause when the wintertime pounds upon your door It's shelter from the cold Last of the true believers have you grown a weary all alone? You could go home again, home again, a home Last of the true believers, she pack your things and go back home You could go home again, home again, a home There's a shadow on our wall Where I once stood with him in mind And there is an empty space beside him Where I do take my rest at night Oh, and I will be the last of the true believers If truth is his heart to lend 'Cause the wintertime sure looks cold to me Comin' up around the bend Last of the true believers have you grown a weary all alone? You could go home again, home again, a home Last of the true believers, she pack your things and go back home You could go home again, home again, a home Oh, I could go home again, home again, a home Well, it looks like home again, home again, a home Oh, I could go home again, home again, a home Well, he brings me home again, home again, home
Writer(s): Nanci Griffith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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