Down to a dollar in a terrible fix, i was hopin my bookie would call

Coolin my heels at the motel six, waitin for the axe to fall

Phone rings, man, i'm white as a ghost

But it's my baby on the line from the jersey coast, she says

"C'mon home, honey," gonna make it after all, and it's



First stop, salt lake city

Big springs, laramie lookin mighty pretty

Ogallala, north platte, sun settin in it

Newton to chicago in a new york minute

Then it's hobart, elkhart, maumee, cuyanoga

Youngstown, hazletown, dover i'm a flyin over

Fairfax, bloomfield, bless a my soul:

Highway 80, she's a might good road



I saw me a yarn on the tv set about the surfers out in malibalou

So i bought me some baggies and i hopped me a jet just to see if them stories was true

Well the water was cold and the beer was hot

Called my baby from the parkin lot, i said

"Baby, do you miss me?" "honey, you know that i do"



And it's first stop, salt lake city...



Now if i was a actor or a high-rollin hippie i would head out for the califo-line

Cruise my caddie up and down the strip, hollywood and by-god vine

But i'm an oklahoma boy and i'm east coast bound

Got a redneck woman in a blueblood town

And i'm goin back to see my baby just one more time



And it's first stop, salt lake city...