Текст песни Back Home Again - Cinderella

I hit the road wide open at 17
Mama cried herself to sleep
Lost a dad I'd never seen
Took all my childhood friends
Guitar, and a dream
Some say I got it bad
I say I've got the cream
No, no, no
I roll into town, and I'm spinnin' my wheels to black
Go, go, go
I hit the stage, and you make me feel like I'm back
I'm back
Back home again
I'm back
Back home again
I'm back
Back home
I worked from nine to five at 22
Felt good to stay alive
Good times were far and few
Trustin' my hopes and dreams
With someone who said they knew
Just how to make ends meet
They haven't got a clue
No, no, no
I rolled into town, and I'm spinnin' my wheels to black
Go, go, go
I hit the stage, and you make me feel like I'm back
I'm back
Back home again
I'm back
Back home again
I'm back
Back home again
I'm back
Back home
Take me back
I'm back
I'm back
Back home again
I'm back
Back home again
I'm back
Back home again
I'm back
Back home