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 spinnin' 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 to five at twenty-two

Felt good to stay alive

Good times were far and few



Trustin' 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 spinnin' 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

Take me 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