Haven't been home in four years I've forgotten the road that takes me there, Haven't seen a face like yours in a long time, Hell, I've seen the hungry on the streets Hell, I've been the hungry on the streets, I've seen everything from here, to the midnight But I aint' going back this time I've been holdin' on this lonely blues Just to try and make a buck or two Just to try and make enough for a nice bed tonight, I've met men in every dirty pub In the corners of every city slum, I've stayed with the prince Of thailand through the summertime But I aint' going back this time These boots been movin' much to fast So I think I'll stay and share a glass, Can I stay with you in your nice bed tonight? In fact these boots they haven't touched the ground, Never been taught to stick around But I think I'll stay and settle down for a while