through the tin pan alley in the dead of the to the front door what's left behind when the backyard kitchen on an a team mission to get night riding that crazy horse through the morn' it's a long walk home kickin' dirt and sun does shine is passed out on the floor i'm stones it's a long walk home when you're coming down easy it's a long walk home on you're coming down easy with gum on my going to lay my head down before Sunday shoe nothing left to do stranded and still awake good company is the street i seek and the trail that i blaze when the cock crows and the streets i roam it's a long walk home when the warm winds blow i'll skip-to-my-lou 'til the sky turns blue and i'm going to lay my head back over cross the milky way again down before sunday morn' make my way