P. Barrere



It's steamin'

and I'm screamin' down

that red hot blacktop

on cruise control

and my tires are tired

but I still got such a

long way to go... 'till I'm



coastin' back to that west coast

north of movie town

where my baby's waitin'

holdin' down that home ground

holdin' down that home ground



when it's freezin'

so cold in the mornin'

ya know I really hate to go

don't need no stage door jennie, no bad luck penny

lookin' for a one night Romeo



was a time I was crazy

I played a fool... I was a clown

now I got my baby

Shes a holdin' down the home ground

holdin' down the home ground



This room service lifestyle

it's OK for a while

but a little homecookin' would sure bring a smile

there was a caterer in decatur

she once grabbed my eye

but I came to my senses

and passed on the my...my...my...



Now I'm dreamin'

bout that old coast highway

the castles made of stone

and the road through the mountain

that's where I'm countin' on makin my turn for home



I'm breakin' all the limits

way past the speed of sound

gettin' back with my baby

Shes a holdin' down the home ground

holdin' down the home ground

holdin' down the home ground