Well, a travelin' man's affliction makes it hard to settle down But I'm stuck here in the flatlands while my heart is homeward bound Goin' back, I'm too tired to roam, Loma Prieta my mountain home On the hills above Santa Cruz to the place where I spent my youth Goin' back, I'm too tired to roam, Loma Prieta my mountain home On the hills above Santa Cruz to the place where I spent my youth Well it was Neal Cassady that started me to travel All the stories that were told, I believed in everyone of them It's a windin' road I'm on you understand And no time to worry 'bout tomorrow when you're followin' the sun Papa don't you worry now and Mama don't you cry Sweet woman don't forsake me, I'll be comin' by and by Goin' back, I'm too tired to roam, Loma Prieta my mountain home On the hills above Santa Cruz to the place where I spent my youth Goin' back, I'm too tired to roam, Loma Prieta my mountain home On the hills above Santa Cruz to the place where I spent my youth Goin' back, I'm too tired to roam, Loma Prieta my mountain home On the hills above Santa Cruz to the place where I spent my youth Goin' back, I'm too tired to roam, Loma Prieta my mountain home On the hills above Santa Cruz to the place where I spent my youth © LANSDOWNE MUSIC PUBLISHERS; WB MUSIC CORP.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com