(A. Wise/G. Johnson) 
Sometimes 
I wonder, will 
I ever get back home? 
Sometimes 
I wonder, will 
I ever get back home? 
Well, I been gone so long 
Will I ever get back home? 
Sometimes 
I wonder, will my baby think of me? 
Sometimes 
I wonder, will my baby think of me? 
Well, sometime 
I wonder Would she ever think of me? 
The way she been talking 
Make me mash my eyebrows down 
The way she been talkin 
Make me mash my eyebrows down 
Make me fold my arms 
And heave a lonesome sigh 
Standing on the highway, wheel too tired to roll 
Standing on the highway, my wheel too tired to roll 
But I know 
I'm gonna leave '
Cause I'm a driving soul 
One more story, all my friends you can tell 
One more story, all my friends you can tell 
I'm booked down-bound to leave - 
I'm gone Ride like hell