Put my thumb up, hitch a ride
I'm tryin' to make my way back home.
You been on my mind
For a very long time
A place I left so long ago.
With a guitar in my hand
I wanna be a guitar man
Headin' down the road for a place to play...
With the songs I write
Gonna play into the night
Sometimes until the break of day.
(chorus)
I'm tryin' to make my way back home (tryin' to make my way back home)
I'm cold and tired and so alone. (Oh, I'm feelin' so alone))
I'm tryin' to make my way back home. (Man, I wanna go back home)
Lord, I hate to be alone.
I still recall that day
I packed up and ran away
From family fights and words in flames
Back then I couldn't see clear
Thru fog of death, and the hate and fear
There was so much turmoil in my life
Mom up and passed away
She didn't get to hear me play
Dad wasn't the same after losing his wife.
I never got to know the man
Did I do enough?, I turned and ran
Not even stopping or turn to look twice
(chorus)
I'm tryin' to make my way back home (tryin' to make my way back home)
I'm cold and tired and so alone. (Oh, I'm feelin' so alone))
I'm tryin' to make my way back home. (Man, I wanna go back home)
Lord, I hate to be alone.
(bridge)
But the place I really long to play
Is at the end of that long dirt driveway.
With the smell of fresh mown hay as my incense.
On a hot and lazy day
We're wastin' time away
Just me and my guitar along the fence
Standing on a roadside
Put my thumb up, hitch a ride
I'm tryin' to make my way back home.
You been on my mind
For a very long time
A place I left so long ago.
With a guitar in my hand
I wanna be a guitar man
Headin' down the road for a place to play... (Plan on playin' every day....)
With the songs I write
Gonna play into the night
Sometimes until the break of day.
(chorus)
I'm tryin' to make my way back home (tryin' to make my way back home)
I'm cold and tired and so alone. (Oh, I'm feelin' so alone))
I'm tryin' to make my way back home. (Man, I wanna go back home)
Lord, I hate to be alone.
(end)