I stood on faith and the corner of ambition I came here to sink or swim And to show them all that they were wrong And though I never thought Id make it this far So the curtains are down For the moment Im someone There were those in the wings who waited, who came this way Now there gone But theres always someone at home who never forgets who you are When Im down and Im growing old I wont be along no railroad track I wont be bound to a life out in the cold Its been a steady pace to keep my steps between these cracks on Broadway And my stride in rhythm to the beat of home, sweet home When Im down and Im growing old I wont be along no railroad track I wont be bound to a life out in the cold Its been a steady pace to keep my steps between these cracks on Broadway And my stride in rhythm to the beat of home, sweet home Cant go on, Im on the top of my better years Im going home, its too lonesome on the bottom rung here Its been a steady pace to keep my steps between these cracks on Broadway And my stride in rhythm to the beat of home, sweet home
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