I thought about the country
And the cities we’ve been through
But mostly all I think about
Is coming on home to you.

I thought about Pittsburgh and that run-down old bar
I thought about the winter nearly crashing into cars
I thought about Nashville and the hospitali-tai
I thought about Kentucky and the bourbon in the rye
I thought about Denver where it’s hard not to stay high
We headed on to San Fran leaving my luggage behind
Our buddy, he was driving, he got thrown in jail that night
It’s easy though, believe me, not to do everything right

So we drove on to I-day-ho
It’s a gorgeous place to go
We went swimming for a minute in a river next to the road
We sped on up a mountain, to make it to the show
Jackson Hole, Wyoming, filled with the richest people
We don’t even know

Chapter two:
Thought about Lincoln, Nebraska, and that wide open sky
And the drive on up to Portland that seemed to crawl on by
Folks they kept on dancing, to this unknown rock and roll
Put a smile on my face and a spark up in my soul

We headed to Nevada, but the van, she broke on down
We put up in a hotel in a podunk Cali town
Charlie had a bottle, better believe we drank it down
We found some grass to pass the time until we headed out

We blazed a trail to Kansas but the weather wasn’t right
Somebody that nobody knew, they put us up that night
The floor it was disgusting. The kitchen was a sight
But I learned how to not toss and turn by sleeping there upright
I thought about this country, and the cities we’ve been through
But mostly all I think about Is coming on home to you

We found some grass to pass the time until we headed out . . .