Lyrics:

(Patrick Simmons) Well, a travelin' man's affliction makes it hard to settle down But I'm stuck here in the flatlands while my heart is homeward bound Goin' back, I'm too tired to roam, Loma Prieta my mountain home On the hills above Santa Cruz, in the place where I spent my youth Well it was Neal Cassady that started me to travelin' All the stories that were told, I believed them every one And it's a windin' road I'm on you understand And no time to worry 'bout tomorrow when you're followin' the sun Papa don't you worry now and mama don't you cry Sweet woman don't forsake me, I'll be comin' by and by Goin' back, I'm too tired to roam, Loma Prieta my mountain home On the hills above Santa Cruz, in the place where I spent my youth