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 Go, go, go
I roll into town and I'm spinnin' my wheels to black I'm back
I hit the stage and you make me feel like I'm back
Back home again
I'm back
I'm back
Back home again Back home
Good times were far and few
I worked from nine to five at twentyFelt good to stay alive Trustin' my hopes and dreams
With someone who said they knew
Just how to make ends meet
They haven't got a clue I rolled into town and I'm spinnin' my wheels to black
Go, go, go
No, no, no
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
Take me back
I'm back
Back home I'm back
I'm back
Back home again
I'm back
Back home again
Back home again
I'm back
I'm back
Back home.
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