words and music by Arlo Guthrie



If I could go back home to the place I was raised

I'd catch the next bus and be there in a few days

But I just can't do it, I was raised on the road

I've got no place to go to, so l guess l'll stay on



There's dreams that I've had, I wrote in songs yesterday

But the waves of the world have washed them away

Still I carry them with me wherever I go

They're my only possesions on this slow boat back home



I've kept all my memories buried deep in my heart

Where time cannot touch them and rip them apart

Still I look for the hour when I will be free

From constantly dying and living on dreams



If I could go back home to the place I was raised

I'd catch the next bus and be there in a few days

My dreams in my pockets, my life, that's gone wrong

They're my only possessions on this slow boat back home