Patrick simmons



Well, a travelin' man's affliction makes it hard to settle down

But i'm stuck here in the flatlands while my heart is homeward bound

Goin' back, i'm too tired to roam, loma prieta my mountain home

On the hills above santa cruz, in the place where i spent my youth



Well it was neal cassady that started me to travelin'

All the stories that were told, i believed them every one

And it's a windin' road i'm on you understand

And no time to worry 'bout tomorrow when you're followin' the sun



Papa don't you worry now and mama don't you cry

Sweet woman don't forsake me, i'll be comin' by and by



Goin' back, i'm too tired to roam, loma prieta my mountain home

On the hills above santa cruz, in the place where i spent my youth




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