Well, a travelin' man's affliction makes it hard to settle down   But I'm stuck here in the flatlands while my heart is homeward bound   Goin' back, I'm too tired to roam, Loma Prieta my mountain home   On the hills above Santa Cruz, in the place where I spent my youth   Well it was Neal Cassady that started me to travelin'   All the stories that were told, I believed them every one   And it's a windin' road I'm on you understand   And no time to worry 'bout tomorrow when you're followin' the sun      Papa don't you worry now and mama don't you cry   Sweet woman don't forsake me, I'll be comin' by and by      Goin' back, I'm too tired to roam, Loma Prieta my mountain home   On the hills above Santa Cruz, in the place where I spent my youth