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Almost heaven, West Virginia
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mama
Take me home, country roads
All my memories gather round her
Miner's lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mama
Take me home, country roads
I hear her voice, in the morning hour she calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
And driving down the road I get a feeling
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mama
Take me home, country roads
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mama
Take me home, country roads
Take me home, down country roads
Take me home, down country roads
take me home
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Home-o-phobia is the condition and social category of home-free people who not only lack housing, they refuse to get a home and refuse to maintain, regular, safe, and adequate shelter.
The term "home-o-phobic" applies to a person who chooses to be home-free because they see no reason to get a job, and thus choose to sleep in the street.
Byron is a home-o-phobic and its gotten so bad that he won't even sleep at other people's houses.
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when ya love you family a little more than you should ;)
Man thats some sweet home alabama
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When someone is so fucked up that they're awake, but they're not really there mentally
Alex is so high right now, look at him - lights on no one's home
A copypasta talking about the use of american revolution weaponry as home defense weaponry
Home Defense Musket: Own a musket for home defense, since that's what the founding fathers intended. Four ruffians break into my house. "What the devil?" As I grab my powdered wig and Kentucky rifle. Blow a golf ball sized hole through the first man, he's dead on the spot. Draw my pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore and nails the neighbors dog. I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grape shot, "Tally ho lads" the grape shot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms. Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He Bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the founding fathers intended.
the feeling of having to take a huge shit after arriving home from a long trip
i took a glorious welcome home shit after that drive from florida.