Well there's a big blue sky
The good Lord painted for me
From the east of Arizona
Down to the mexican sea
Oh this too big city
It don't let me feel free
I'm going to pack up soon
Take off on my own
They call it the mother road
She gonna take me back home
Because this too big city
Got nothing but a heart of stone
Now there's a sense of freedom
Out along these country lines
I don't need no pressure
Trying to make your oxygen mine
Oh this too big city is gonna kill itself
For a nickel and dime
Goodbye, all my troubles will be gone
Well I'm going back home, back to where I belong
