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 travelin';
all the stories that were told, I believed them every one.
And it's a windin' road I'm on, you understand,
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