Lyrics:

And by the time that she gets home
Sheâll realize that I am gone
Iâll be sitting in a back bar drinkinâ
Drinking to my friends and drinking to my foes
For both keep a young heart moving
Itâs good to be on the trail from where my heart set sail
Puttin' anchor down for friends and good beer
So Iâll have another one then Iâll be moving on
Itâs good to be on the road back home again, again
And by the time that he arrives, he will read, I have lied
Heâll 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 wasnât
Son Petit business in Tokyo Town
Italy for the apples to where my heart is now
Now itâs giddy up or whoa and Iâm afraid
Itâs good to be back on the road home
Itâs good to be on the road back, home again, again
I swear, I meant to leave Chattanooga, but
But I had another one and I realized what Iâd gone
And I realized what Iâd done
I need to be on the first bus back into her arms
Itâs good to be on the road, back home
Too many nights in dirty London Town
Italy for the apples to where my heart is now
For Iâve lost myself, searchinâ for what I ainât
Itâs 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 Tokyo Town
Across to West Maluva, showboat to West Malay
Leave my foes to their woes, sometimes, thatâs how it goes
Itâs good to be on the road, back home again