I hit the road wide open at seventeen
Mama cried herself to sleep
Lost a dad I'd never seen
Took all my childhood friends
Guitar and a dream
Some say I got it bad
I say I've got the cream
No no no
I roll into town and I'm spinning my wheels to black
Go go go
I hit the stage and you make me feel like I'm back
I'm back
Back home again
I'm back
Back home again
I'm back
Back home
I worked from nine at twenty two
Felt good to stay alive
Good times were far and few
Trusting my hopes and dreams
With someone who said they knew
Just how to make ends meet
They haven't got a clue
No no no
I rolled into town and I'm spinning my wheels to black
Go go go
I hit the stage and you make me feel like I'm back
I'm back
Back home again
I'm back
Back home again
I'm back
Back home again
I'm back
Back home
I'm back
I'm back
I'm back
Back home again
I'm back
Back home again
I'm back
Back home again
I'm back
Back home