Back Home Again

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