The daylight hours are dying
The night is breaking clear
In the distance a boy and his daddy arrive
In a beat up old John Deere
Supper's on the table
Son quitting time is nigh
Set these wheels straight for the barn
It's time that you and I are turning for home
Kick off these working shoes and rest these weary bones
The best part of any day is when the job is done
And you're turning for home
There's a letter in the mailbox
From a soldier overseas
His mother runs from the kitchen
She opens it up and reads
"Mum I hope this letter finds you well and strong
You and Dad and sister take care
I pray that it won't be long
Till I'm turning for home
Kick off these walking shoes and rest these weary bones
The best part of going no matter where you roam
Is the turning for home
The night is breaking clear
In the distance a boy and his daddy arrive
In a beat up old John Deere
Supper's on the table
Son quitting time is nigh
Set these wheels straight for the barn
It's time that you and I are turning for home
Kick off these working shoes and rest these weary bones
The best part of any day is when the job is done
And you're turning for home
There's a letter in the mailbox
From a soldier overseas
His mother runs from the kitchen
She opens it up and reads
"Mum I hope this letter finds you well and strong
You and Dad and sister take care
I pray that it won't be long
Till I'm turning for home
Kick off these walking shoes and rest these weary bones
The best part of going no matter where you roam
Is the turning for home
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