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