Now it's giddy up or whoa
In dirty London town
So I'll have another one
Leave Chattanooga
It's good to be on the trail
For friends and good beer
Italy for the apples
Drinking to my friends
It's good to be on the road back home again, again
Walk in to New York City
Too many nights
Across to West Malva
In Tokyo town
Memories of what should have been and wasn't
And by the time that he arrives
I swear I meant to leave Chattanooga, but
Into her arms
I need to be on the first bus back
To where my heart is now
Then I'll be moving on
It's good to be on the road back home again
It's good to be on the road back home again, again
And I'm afraid it’s good to be back on the road home
I'll be sitting in a back bar drinkin'
It's good to be on the road back home again, again
Sometimes that's how it goes
For both keep a young heart moving
Meets some friends in Tokyo town
But I had another one
Italy for the apples
From where my heart set sail
It's good to be on the road back home again
It's good to be on the road back home again
Showboat to West Malay
Leave my foes to their woes
He'll go drinking to his friends and to his foes
To where my heart is now
It's good to be on the road back home again, again
Puttin' anchor down
Son, petit business
Aeroplane down to Nippon ground
And drinking to my foes
For I've lost myself, searchin'
For what I ain't
But drinking in the devil
And I realized what I'd gone
That tears one apart, leaving
He will read, I have lied
It's good to be on the road back home
