Down to a dollar in a terrible fix, i was hopin my bookie would call Coolin my heels at the motel six, waitin for the axe to fall Phone rings, man, i'm white as a ghost But it's my baby on the line from the jersey coast, she says "C'mon home, honey," gonna make it after all, and it's
First stop, salt lake city Big springs, laramie lookin mighty pretty Ogallala, north platte, sun settin in it Newton to chicago in a new york minute Then it's hobart, elkhart, maumee, cuyanoga Youngstown, hazletown, dover i'm a flyin over Fairfax, bloomfield, bless a my soul: Highway 80, she's a might good road
I saw me a yarn on the tv set about the surfers out in malibalou So i bought me some baggies and i hopped me a jet just to see if them stories was true Well the water was cold and the beer was hot Called my baby from the parkin lot, i said "Baby, do you miss me?" "honey, you know that i do"
And it's first stop, salt lake city...
Now if i was a actor or a high-rollin hippie i would head out for the califo-line Cruise my caddie up and down the strip, hollywood and by-god vine But i'm an oklahoma boy and i'm east coast bound Got a redneck woman in a blueblood town And i'm goin back to see my baby just one more time