You know I hobo'd, hobo'd, hobo'd, hobo'd Hobo'd a long, long way from home, oh Lord When I first thought to hobo'in, hobo'in I took a freight train to be my friend, oh Lord You know my mother, she followed me that mornin', me that mornin', that mornin'

Lady Pearl in jail lady Pearl in jail Mama love I'm on my way don't you cry You'll rise You'll fight Went along the mountain side I'll make it just in time A letter from her mother now dying in her bed Get on home quickly with the medicine No money in

She a porn star girl, oh, from the valley Who left her hometown world all for the alley Oh, created Lake Tahoe all from her panties Ooh, used to take the long way home, long way home, all for that candy Jacques to La Flame, now you rolling on an Addy 50

I want to lock you up inside my heart What do I do to lock you up inside my heart? I always wanted you, sometimes it's hard I wanted you from the start I'm in your head It's a long way home, but I'm making my way With so many things still left to say I

Maybe I'll find on the way down the line that I'm free, free to be me. Black night is a long way from home. Black night is not right, I don't feel so bright, I don't care to sit tight. I don't need a dark tree, I don't want a rough sea, I can't feel, I

It's been a long time coming Ye it's been a long time coming Everyone's running from something but we don't know when it's coming So we keep running and running Now there's no light to guide me on my way home Now there's no time to shine my rusty halo

It's calling me back to my home HomeIt's what I long for I can't keep away from her touch The Sleeper: Shine- lake of fire Lines take me higher My mind drips desire Confined and overtired Living this charade

A day in the life of a fool A sad and a long lonely day I walk the avenue and hope I'll run into The welcome sight of you coming my way I stop just across from your door But you're never home any more So back to my room and there in the gloom I cry tears

You better watch your happy home. That's evil, evil is going on wrong. I have warned you brother, It's a long way from home, Can't sleep at night. Call on your telephone Something just ain't right. I want to warn you brother, You make it to your house,

Thousands of feet march to the beat It's an army on the march Long way from home Paying the price in young men's lives It's an army in despair Knee-deep in mud Stuck in the trench with no way out What's the price of a mile?