WORKING ON THE ROAD

I've been working on the road about fifteen years Been blowing my mind, I've been blasting my ears Don't you know, babe? I've been sleeping all day and working all night I made a lot of money, but it don't feel right Don't you know, babe? Well I've seen the world and it's seen me In a strange kind of way I guess I'm free Don't you know, babe? Well, I've seen it bad and I've seen it good But, now, I want to clear my blood Don't you know, babe? I've got a feeling for home Somewhere that I call my own Well I tried to live the way I should I've shed some tears and sweated blood Don't you know, babe? And I think it's time I took a break Cause I have took all I can take Don't you know, babe? I've got a feeling for home Somewhere that I call my own Take me home, babe I've got a feeling for home Somewhere that I call my own I've been working on the road about fifteen years Been blowing my mind, I've been blasting my ears Don't you know, babe? I've been sleeping all day and working all night I made a lot of money, but it don't feel right Don't you know, babe? I've got a feeling for home Somewhere that I call my own Take me home, babe Take me home babe head on home Coming home won't you come on home Coming home won't you come on home Coming home won't you come on home…