The End Is Not In Sight
Taken from the Call 7/28/01
Transcribed by Sean O'Connor

D                    A
A                    D
Guess I knew it all along
                         A
That I'd have to go back home
                       D
Cuz this livin on the road
                          A
Oh it makes me tired and sore

A                      Fm       D
Like a bird without a nest
D                      A
Like a stranger in the night
                  D
And my soul cries out for rest
                      A
But the end is not in sight

Like the sweet magnolia wine
Honey drippin from your mouth
And that little gal of mine
She's the finest in the South

The nights are getting longer
Days are getting colder
I just want to go back home
And lay my head upon your shoulder

Like the sweet magnolia wine
Honey drippin from your mouth
And that little gal of mine
She's the finest in the South

The nights are getting longer
Days are getting colder
I just want to go back home
And lay my head upon your shoulder

Guess I knew it all along
That I'd have to go back home
Cuz this livin on the road
Oh it makes me tired and sore

Like a bird without a nest
Like a stranger in the night
And my soul cries out for rest
But the end is not in sight

And my soul cries out for rest
But the end is not in sight
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