(T. Singh)
 And by the time that she gets home
 She?ll re-a-lise 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 Toki-yo town
 Italy for the apples
 To where mar 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 Chattanoogah, but?
 But I had another one.
 And I realised whar I?d gone
 And I realised what I?d done
 I need to be on the first bus back
 Into her arms
 It?s good to be on rht road back home
 Too many nights
 In dirty London town
 Italy for the apples
 To where my heart is now.
 For I?ve lost marself, 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 Tokio-town
 Across to West Maluva
 Showboat to West Malay
 Leave my foes to their woes
 Sometimes ?that?s how it goes?
 It?s good to be on the road back home again