I think I'm goin' mad and it's makin' me sad
It's a yearnin' for my old back door
I realize maybe I was born to lead
Better swallow my silly country pride
Goin' home, running' home
Down the gasoline alley where I started from
Goin' home, and I'm running' home
Down the gasoline alley where I was born
When the weather's better and rails unfreeze
And the wind won't whistle 'round my knees