Another two months on the road Just two more miles I'll be home to what I know Where things move a little slower And people always wave goodbye and say hello And the maples on this road, they must be 300 years old Just imagine all the stories they could tell Of the tractors and the cars, all comin' home from Liston's Bar And the country folk just out to raise some hell To raise some hell This is my home, this is where I belong Where my daughter's go to school, where opinions are strong Where my neighbors are my friends And the story never ends So I just hit the ground and keep on runnin' All of yesterday has come and gone And so you try to pick up all the pieces Put it all back the way that it belongs Well the next thing that you know it's time to play another show I'm leavin' out of here just after dawn Ain't it good to know that no matter where you go That this town has got your back when you are gone When you are gone And this is my home, this is where I belong Where my daughters go to school, where opinions are strong Where my amendment rights keep me safe at night Where my neighbors are my friends, and the story never ends This is my home, this is where I belong Where my daughter's go to school, where opinions are strong Where my amendment rights keep me safe at night Where my neighbor's are my friends, and the story never ends And the story never ends Another two months on the road Just two more miles I'll be home to what I know