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 boundGoin' 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 youthGoin' 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 youthWell 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 sunPapa don't you worry now and Mama don't you cry
Sweet woman don't forsake me, I'll be comin' by and byGoin' 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 youthGoin' 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 youthGoin' 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 youthGoin' 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