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  1. Home (Big Bertha)

From the recording Home (Big Bertha)

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Home (Big Bertha)
Big Bertha, we call homeBusted bumper, rusted chromeRipped out carpet, burnt out domeIt’s where we make our beds
Come nightfall, we pull inDoesn’t matter where we’ve beenEvery evening, same old thingIt’s how we keep our heads
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Tell me, how do I find the way to get homeFeels like I’ve lost my mind, I’m so all alonePlease just reach out your hand and help me get home
Each morning on the dotHere in home sweet parking lotSix AM, already hotWe dress in sweat and shame
Wash up at Quickie MartPraying I won’t fall apartWishing I could press restartBegin my life again
Each week at Heaven’s GatePreacher says to keep the faithPromises it’s not too lateFor things to go our way
Says Jesus loves the poorBut it seems He could show us moreIf He revealed the reason forOur struggling each day
I dream that one day soonCome December, maybe JuneThis old world will change its tuneAnd all will finally hear
Our voices, now in painSinging out in hope againTelling in their strong refrainThat better times are near