And by the time that she gets home
She’ll realize 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 Tokyo Town
Italy for the apples to where my 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 Chattanooga, but
But I had another one and I realized what I’d gone
And I realized what I’d done
I need to be on the first bus back into her arms
It’s good to be on the road, back home

Too many nights in dirty London Town
Italy for the apples to where my heart is now
For I’ve lost myself, 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 Tokyo Town
Across to West Maluva, showboat to West Malay
Leave my foes to their woes, sometimes, that’s how it goes

It’s