(Bobby E. Boyd/David Leone)

This small town ain't such a bad little place
It's home but I could sure use some place
City limit signs are closing in on me
There's times I swear I can hardly breathe

I'm gonna pack my bags, say my good-byes
Get a map and close my eyes
Point my finger, let fate decide
Where I'm gonna land
I'm gonna hitch my wagon to a wandering star
A guy like me can sure get far
With a little gas and a credit card
Now that's a plan
Yeah that's a plan

These dirt roads all look the same
I wanna see the world from a faster lane
And I know for a while I'm gonna be big news
But life will get back like it was real soon

I'm gonna pack my bags, say my good-byes
Get a map and close my eyes
Point my finger, let fate decide
Where I'm gonna land
I'm gonna hitch my wagon to a wandering star
A guy like me can sure get far
With a little gas and a credit card
Now that's a plan
Yeah that's a plan

Well I'm sure I'll come back here once again
When I finally settle down but till then

I'm gonna pack my bags, say my good-byes
Get a map and close my eyes
Point my finger, let fate decide
Where I'm gonna land
I'm gonna hitch my wagon to a wandering star
A guy like me can sure get far
With a little gas and a credit card
Now that's a plan
Yeah that's a plan

Now that's a plan