Back Home Again

I hit the road wide open at 17

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 22

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