Working on the Road

I've been working on the road about fifteen years

Been blowing my mind, I've been blasting my ears

Don't you know, babe?

I've been sleeping all day and working all night

I made a lot of money, but it don't feel right

Don't you know, babe?

Well, I've seen the world and it's seen me

In a strange kind of way I guess I'm free

Don't you know, babe?

Well, I've seen it bad and I've seen it good

But, now, I want to clear my blood

Don't you know, babe?

I've got a feeling for home

Somewhere that I call my own

Well, I tried to live the way I should

I've shed some tears and sweated blood

Don't you know, babe?

And I think it's time I took a break

'Cause I have took all I can take

Don't you know, babe?

I've got a feeling for home

Somewhere that I call my own

Take me home, babe