Big Plane get me back home

Big plane, i’m all alone

Hey now pilot won’t you do me right

I got to make lot with my baby tonight big plane, get me back home

New york city up all night,

Bourbon whisky higher than a kite

I hurt my head and i got my fill, now i’m falling on down battery hill

Flying in to LA town,

Where the saints and angels touch the ground hollywood woman tried to take my money,

I just laughed i got two bits honey

California dreaming up in oakland bay,

I met a redhead called linda ray

I bought her fried chicken and a waffle cone, she thanked me by getting me stoned

Dallas woman tried to rope me in

With a hundred dollar bill on her texas skin i took the money right out the back door, so i ain’t never playing in dallas no more

Yeah back home i got a pretty little gal, potato pie and a lemonade pail

She’s just about naked in the old screen door, they don’t live it like that in the city no more

The dogs run free, the dogs run free,

I don’t care about them they don’t hang on me the sun turns red as is falls to the ground, take your dress off ain’t no-one around

We do it like this, we do it like that

In the pick up truck, parked out back

The front porch swing and the kitchen floor we do it right and we do it some more

Big Plane get me back home big plane, i’m all alone

Hey now pilot won’t you do me right

I got to make lot with my baby tonight big plane, get me back home