Patrick simmons

Well, a travelin mans affliction makes it hard to settle down
But Im stuck here in the flatlands while my heart is homeward bound
Goin back, Im too tired to roam, loma prieta my mountain home
On the hills above santa cruz, in 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 its a windin road Im on you understand
And no time to worry bout tomorrow when youre followin the sun

Papa dont you worry now and mama dont you cry
Sweet woman dont forsake me, Ill be comin by and by

Goin back, Im too tired to roam, loma prieta my mountain home
On the hills above santa cruz, in the place where I spent my youth

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