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