Lookin’
out of this old train window, countin’ crows in the field
Miles
to go for my destination, don't know how that girl is gonna feel
Ten
long years since I let that screen door slam, walkin’ out of
her life
I’d
had enough of the nine to five, with my six string ringing
Make
my fortune singing, yeah and now I’m bringing it home
-oOo-
I
will return, with a bag of gold
A
hat full of memories when I get old
Ooh
return to the land that’s green
To
the best damn county that I’ve ever seen – return
-oOo-
Lonely
nights in hotel bedrooms, move from town to town
In
smoky bars I would trade my songs for gold, still I long for
home
I
told her that I would make a life for us, a cut above the race
I’m
coming home with a deal that shines
With
my six string ringing, make my fortune singing
Yeah
and now I’m bringing it home…..
-oOo-
I
will return, with a bag of gold
A
hat full of memories when I get old
Ooh
return to the land that’s green
To
the best damn county that I’ve ever seen – return
-oOo-
It
must be said I’ve had some good times on the way
I
don’t regret a single day
The
journey’s end is here, I think I’m coming home
Like
a child, like a rolling stone
