I hit the road wide open at seventeen
Mama cried herself to sleep
Lost a dad Id never seen
Took all my childhood friends
Guitar, and a dream
Some say I got it bad
I say Ive got the cream
No, no, no
I roll into town and Im spinnin my wheels to black
Go, go, go
I hit the stage and you make me feel like Im back
Im back
Back home again
Im back
Back home again
Im 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 havent got a clue
No, no, no
I rolled into town and Im spinnin my wheels to black
Go, go, go
I hit the stage and you make me feel like Im back
Im back
Back home again
Im back
Back home again
Im back
Back home again
Im back
Back home
Take me back
Im back
Im back
Back home again
Im back
Back home again
Im back
Back home again
Im back
Back home