Home Blues [#]
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An American in Paris
On a holiday
An American in Paris
Just a boy at play
Mid the magic of the city
Mid the scene so gay
He hears a voice a-callin'
Over the sea
The voice of home that's sayin'
"Come back to me"
It haunts him
His thoughts go flying
It haunts him
His lonely heart is sighing
Home
That's where the sunshine learned to shine
Home
A place that love has made divine
So my eyes are turning
To where I left this yearning heart of mine
Blues
I get the blues when I'm away
Blues
I hear them calling night and day
Going back forever
Oh, never, never, never more to roam
Your wandering boy is coming home
Going back forever
Oh, never, never, never more to roam
Your wandering boy is coming home
Your wandering boy is coming home