When I get back to the USA,
Gonna head down to Fort Worth, Lone Star State.
Run around an acre of mesquite woods late,
Under an independance moon.
When I get home to the land of the free,
Gonna cook up a cup of cowboy coffee.
Be being as me as I was born to be,
And sit and sip with big sky blues.
When I return to the USA,
I’ll be running to Georgia, my love and hate,
Sit in a boat with a pole and no bait,
Under an escapist moon.
When I get home to the land of family,
I’ll get to sleep late but I’ll wake up early.
Stand still on the steps with a sweet tea,
And stare and sip with oak tree blues.
When I’m alone in the USA,
I’ll move to peace in Carolina waves,
Sitting on a dock that sinks and sways,
Bathing in the perfect salty way,
The river reflects the moon.
When I get back to where I belong,
I’ll join the dock’s and the oysters’ song.
I’ll creak and pop and sit there long
On the sand, boating and fishing on,
And my toes’ll feel the pluff mud blues.
But now, I’m home.
I’m happy
In my rice paddy hymn.