And by the time that she gets home
She'll realize that I am gone
I'll be sitting in a back bar drinkin'
Drinking to my friends
And drinking to my foes
For both keep a young heart moving
It's good to be on the trail
From where my heart set sail
Puttin' anchor down
For friends and good beer
So I'll have another one
Then I'll be moving on
It's good to be on the road back home again, again
It's good to be on the road back home again
And by the time that he arrives
He will read, I have lied
He'll go drinking to his friends and to his foes
But drinking in the devil
That tears one apart,
leaving Memories of what should have been and wasn't
Son, petit business
In Tokyo town
Italy for the apples
To where my heart is now
Now it's giddy up or whoa
And I'm afraid its good to be back on the road home
It's good to be on the road back home again, again
It's good to be on the road back home again
I swear I meant to leave Chattanooga, but
But I had another one
And I realized what I'd gone
I need to be on the ï¬rst bus back
Into her arms
It's good to be on the road back home
Too many nights
In dirty London town
Italy for the apples
To where my heart is now
For I've lost myself, searchin'
For what I ain't
It's good to be on the road back home again, again
It's good to be on the road back home again
Leave Chattanooga Walk in to New York City
Aeroplane down to Nippon ground
Meets some friends in Tokyo town
Across to West Malva
Showboat to West Malay
Leave my foes to their woes
Sometimes that's how it goes
It's good to be on the road back home again, again
It's good to be on the road back home again
I copied and pasted this from another site and evidently didn't proofread it. Should be "petty business," not petit business. And "first bus back," not whatever garbage displayed up there.
I copied and pasted this from another site and evidently didn't proofread it. Should be "petty business," not petit business. And "first bus back," not whatever garbage displayed up there.
And by the time that she gets home She'll realize that I am gone I'll be sitting in a back bar drinkin' Drinking to my friends And drinking to my foes For both keep a young heart moving It's good to be on the trail From where my heart set sail Puttin' anchor down For friends and good beer So I'll have another one Then I'll be moving on It's good to be on the road back home again, again It's good to be on the road back home again
And by the time that he arrives He will read, I have lied He'll go drinking to his friends and to his foes But drinking in the devil That tears one apart, leaving Memories of what should have been and wasn't Son, petit business In Tokyo town Italy for the apples To where my heart is now Now it's giddy up or whoa And I'm afraid its good to be back on the road home It's good to be on the road back home again, again It's good to be on the road back home again
I swear I meant to leave Chattanooga, but But I had another one And I realized what I'd gone I need to be on the ï¬rst bus back Into her arms It's good to be on the road back home Too many nights In dirty London town Italy for the apples To where my heart is now For I've lost myself, searchin' For what I ain't It's good to be on the road back home again, again It's good to be on the road back home again
Leave Chattanooga Walk in to New York City Aeroplane down to Nippon ground Meets some friends in Tokyo town Across to West Malva Showboat to West Malay Leave my foes to their woes Sometimes that's how it goes It's good to be on the road back home again, again It's good to be on the road back home again
I copied and pasted this from another site and evidently didn't proofread it. Should be "petty business," not petit business. And "first bus back," not whatever garbage displayed up there.
I copied and pasted this from another site and evidently didn't proofread it. Should be "petty business," not petit business. And "first bus back," not whatever garbage displayed up there.