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He is from the work of a Southern writer Where everyman's a fighter Where the strong survive And the weak move north to rest He had lines of silver and hands that delivered Me down the river To drift away alone [Chorus:] I will never understand the heart of a lonely man And why my own wheels are gonna carry me Far from his gentle hands Baby, I can't come home I've been away now just too damn long Oh, and I can't love wrong No I can't love wrong Late night when the bars are empty And my liquor's been plenty And the fiction read Rests heavy on my tongue I miss the sound of his dreaming I can't believe I am leaving All that I ever wanted Because I can't love wrong From Letras Mania