Good To Be on the Road Back Home

(T. Singh)

And by the time that she gets home

She’ll re-a-lise that I am gone

I’ll be sitting in a back bar drinkin’

Drinking to my friends

And drinking to my foes

For both keep a young heart moving.

It’s good to be on the trail

From where my heart set sail

Puttin anchor down

For friends and good beer

So I’ll have another one

Then I

ll be moving on.

It’s good to be on the road back home again. Again

And by the time that he arrives

He will read, I have lied

He’ll go drinking to his friends and to his foes.

But drinking in the devil

That tears one apart, leaving

Memories of what should have been and wasn’t.

Son petit business

In Toki-yo town

Italy for the apples

To where mar heart is now.

Now it

s giddy up or whoa

and I’m afraid it’s good to be back on the road home.”

It’s good to be on the road back home again. Again.

I swear I meant to leave Chattanoogah, but”

But I had another one.

And I realised whar I’d gone

And I realised what I’d done

I need to be on the first bus back

Into her arms

It’s good to be on rht road back home

Too many nights

In dirty London town

Italy for the apples

To where my heart is now.

For I’ve lost marself, searchin’

For what I ain’t

It’s good to be on the road back home again.

Leave Chattanooga

Walk in to New York City

Aeroplane down to Nippon ground

Meets some friends in Tokio-town

Across to West Maluva

Showboat to West Malay

Leave my foes to their woes

Sometimes “that’s how it goes”

It’s good to be on the road back home again